While in college in Arkansas 7 years ago I had been carring my Chive one day while walking to church, reached down to make sure it was still clipped to my pocket and the blade had come open and sliced through my thumb. I threw it into a box in anger and forgot about it.
I am packing my house to move to Texas from IL. Today while going through some old boxes I found what I have been searching for these many years... my Kershaw Chive!
It was in one of those "I'll unpack that later" boxes that you never get to... stuff from my dorm, that had been moved through several dorms/apartments/houses/states.
Anyways, I found my Chive and it still had the blood on it. It was a good day!
I am packing my house to move to Texas from IL. Today while going through some old boxes I found what I have been searching for these many years... my Kershaw Chive!
It was in one of those "I'll unpack that later" boxes that you never get to... stuff from my dorm, that had been moved through several dorms/apartments/houses/states.
Anyways, I found my Chive and it still had the blood on it. It was a good day!
