Great story.  My relationship with my Grandad in the '50's was well described there.  The car was a '55 Pontiac and the knife was a Billy Barlow.  Grandad was the Superintendent of the local Methodist church and a T totaler but I'm sure his upturned glass is there anyway.  I'll be on the porch with my Billie Barlow waiting for the Caddie.  Thanks.