Anyhow, all of this is to get to a point. Why is it that I can't sit this knife down. I don't even want to carry ANY of my other knives. What gives. Is this the sickness of the opinel? Have I caught the common sense knife bug once and for all??? Say its not so

Kevin
Kevin, it could very well be some sort of sickness, but just to let you know, it's one I have suffered from as well. Your post, and the one Pete made just under yours, could have been written by me. I used to love knives in general, but always was conservative. I carried a stickman for 25 years, and the old Buck 301 served me well enough on different continents. Then I scaled down to a 303 cadet. In 1982, I bought my first Opinel, when I saw one for sale at a backpacking store. Intrigued by the design, I bought one. I still was a stockman guy, but the Opinel lurked in the background, and came out now and then for the 'dirty work' I didn't want to soil my 'good' knife on. Then I went through my sodbuster stage. I had sodbusters by Case, Eye-Brand, Klass, and a now name. That stage petered out, and I went to the peanut, driven by some measure by my dad's memory. But still, through it all, the Opinel was there lurking about, and many number 8's, 9's, and a few 12's all came and went after getting sanded drown, reshaped, stained and linseed oiled. I made many gifts to non knife people of re-finished Opinel's. But I always kept a few around, for some reason I can't put a finger on. Now, I'm draw to the simple rustic knives, and Opinel's are there still with me. Of all the knives that have come and went since 1982, the Opinel has remained a constant.
Even though Fausto's beautiful little Resolza rides in my pocket instead of the peanut, an Opinel is never far away, for those 'dirty work' jobs I may not want to use the resolza on. There's a large number 12 slim in the kitchen drawer that has no equal in deboning a chciken or butterfling a large fish broiling. Nothing quite slices like it. There is some weird draw to the simple Opinel, and maybe you are onto something, when you talk about finally getting the common sense bug. I've found that in my 'older' years, I have developed a very pragmatic outlook. I think about something my old man said to me a very long time ago. He just wants to cut something. Maybe that's where we have finally arrived at in our life. Maybe if we live long enough, we can see the forest for the trees!
Carl.