Rite of initiation.

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.
 
Hunter, they don't have robes big enough for us in the cult, but we can still use the knives. ;)


A peanut for me is like a finger and a half knife. I am sure they are super handy and take up very little pocket room and would probably do everything in the world I need a knife for, but I can hardly get the things open (my nail is wider than the nick and I keep my nails short for work) and then just can't seem to get a secure enough hold on the little devils to feel safe using it. About as small as I can comfortably go is the GEC 15 boys knife, I love that little thing. Plus I hate the micro robe look!
 
Why not have another story about a visit by the ghost of Carl Elsener with a Victorinox Swiss Army Knife - perhaps a SD Classic?:cool:

I would like to hear about a visit to Ibach, Switzerland and a Scrooge who does not appreciate knives being coverted. Perhaps Tiny Tim can receive Swiss Army Knife for Christmas.:D
 
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I've got a great big grin wider than a Cheshire right now. :D Thanks again for another wonderful read. I've started going back over the older posts too this week. Much enjoyment.
 
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