Well, since his trip to the mailbox today, a young man on the other side of this great continent of ours has a knife collection that is four times as big as it was this morning. He sounded like he's had a rough year, so I decided it was time to help the kid out. Now, if he can keep Grandma from finding his treasures and getting excited, and if he can keep them away from the unknowing eyes of the sheeple he's surrounded by, we'll have a new collector in our midst. I think the bug has already bit him.
Join me in wishing him luck. His name is Ian.