We were out fishing up in the Uintahs. My wife, wanting to clear a spot for her and her friends to sit, asked me for my Anaconda II Bowie from Blackjack. I pulled it out, and handed it to her. A few seconds later I hear a loud "clink"! I whip around, in time to see my wife raising the blade with a shocked expression on her face. The flat of the blade glanced against a concrete ditchbank hidden within the brush. She stared at me with fear in her eyes. I said "that's okay sweetie, just don't do it again". She nodded her head, took another big swing and I heard the sound of steel meeting concrete. I dropped my pole, and ran over. This time, the edge of the knife met directly with the edge of the concrete. To this day, there's a 1/16 of an inch nick in the blade.
It's a good thing my wife's so pretty and such a good cook. . .
Zog
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For reality as we have it is only one of many possible realities; it is not inevitable, not arbitrary, it bears within itself other possibilities.
-M. Bakhtin
It's a good thing my wife's so pretty and such a good cook. . .
Zog
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For reality as we have it is only one of many possible realities; it is not inevitable, not arbitrary, it bears within itself other possibilities.
-M. Bakhtin