Allow me to relate a pseudo-horror story, a story of the misadventure of an Opinel 6 that tried running away from home, and what we both learned in the process....
Set the WayBack Machine to a couple years ago, a humid Friday afternoon in seacoastal Maine, with thunderstorms rumbling on the horizon....
MacTech had just arrived back home, and was walking from his car, across the lawn, to the house, as he walked across the lawn, his trusty, nicely patina'd Opinel 6 slipped out a hole in the bottom of his pocket, and landed silently on the soft grass....
MacTech didn't hear or feel the #6 drop, due to the other stuff in his pockets, he walked away, with the knife lounging casually on the grass
At first, the Opinel relished its new-found freedom from PocketPrison, the temperature was comfortable, the lawn was soft...
.. .Then he heard it the worrying sound of thunder....
(iPhone is being temperamental, I'll continue in the next post...
Set the WayBack Machine to a couple years ago, a humid Friday afternoon in seacoastal Maine, with thunderstorms rumbling on the horizon....
MacTech had just arrived back home, and was walking from his car, across the lawn, to the house, as he walked across the lawn, his trusty, nicely patina'd Opinel 6 slipped out a hole in the bottom of his pocket, and landed silently on the soft grass....
MacTech didn't hear or feel the #6 drop, due to the other stuff in his pockets, he walked away, with the knife lounging casually on the grass
At first, the Opinel relished its new-found freedom from PocketPrison, the temperature was comfortable, the lawn was soft...
.. .Then he heard it the worrying sound of thunder....
(iPhone is being temperamental, I'll continue in the next post...
