I don't know if many here recall the Twilight episode of the title of this post. "Next stop, Willoughby."
A man, harried by his boss, his wife, and modern life in general, gets off the commuter train by mistake at "Willoughby". He finds a place that once was, but is not anymore except in fond memory. A kinder and gentler place, where life is slower, and time seems to have stopped around the 1900. People ride bicycles, cars are still a beautiful work of art with flowing fenders, polished brass headlamps, and wood stearing wheels. A band plays in the gazebo in the park, and clothing is made from real stuff that grows in the field like cotton and linen, or clipped from sheep like wool. Not from a test tube in a lab. The cell phone is generations away, and if you want news, you buy a newspaper and read it. It was a great episode, more interesting in light of our current life style.
But what if...
You could get off the train at Willoughby, and flee this chaotic world of living too fast, and values, real values to live by, have evaporated like the morning mist on the river. You walk across the park at the town center, and there, right there between the shoe repair shop and the butcher shop, is a hardware store. And through the polished window you see a great display of pocket knives. Real pocket knives, with jigged bone, stag, and wood handles that were once living. Plastic is still 50 years away. You feel some money in your pocket, and you go to the window.
What would be your first knife purchase of the rest of your life in 1900?
I know Charlie will grab a harness jack, and I'll grab some small serpentine jack.
What about you?
Carl.
I have to give on_the_edge credit for this inspiration, from our conversation of what once was.:thumbup:
A man, harried by his boss, his wife, and modern life in general, gets off the commuter train by mistake at "Willoughby". He finds a place that once was, but is not anymore except in fond memory. A kinder and gentler place, where life is slower, and time seems to have stopped around the 1900. People ride bicycles, cars are still a beautiful work of art with flowing fenders, polished brass headlamps, and wood stearing wheels. A band plays in the gazebo in the park, and clothing is made from real stuff that grows in the field like cotton and linen, or clipped from sheep like wool. Not from a test tube in a lab. The cell phone is generations away, and if you want news, you buy a newspaper and read it. It was a great episode, more interesting in light of our current life style.
But what if...
You could get off the train at Willoughby, and flee this chaotic world of living too fast, and values, real values to live by, have evaporated like the morning mist on the river. You walk across the park at the town center, and there, right there between the shoe repair shop and the butcher shop, is a hardware store. And through the polished window you see a great display of pocket knives. Real pocket knives, with jigged bone, stag, and wood handles that were once living. Plastic is still 50 years away. You feel some money in your pocket, and you go to the window.
What would be your first knife purchase of the rest of your life in 1900?
I know Charlie will grab a harness jack, and I'll grab some small serpentine jack.
What about you?
Carl.
I have to give on_the_edge credit for this inspiration, from our conversation of what once was.:thumbup:
That is one of Rod Serlings best Twilight Zone episodes. I remember it well and likely saw it when it first aired.
