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"I dream of knives."
With headphones on each morning I quietly emerge from the catacombs of the WTC, exiting the PATH train system to begin the day anew.
Although my day started hours before its this short walk to my place of work that I find solace and wonder; hoping for a good day and fortune. And that I may come home safely to my wife and pray that she do the same for me.
NYC has always had that affect and perhaps that's why I carry a pocket knife. A feeling of peace mixed with utter uncertainty all in the same moment.
Undoubtedly living in the modern world there are more times than not when there is seldom use for it, a pocket knife that is, yet I carry one everyday. A Case Mini Copperlock right now and it serves just as well as an amulet for luck and a worry stone more so than a tool on any given day.
By now, I've reached Broadway, historically the Canyon of Heroes where the greater sports fans around NYC congregate in celebration of our sports teams' victories. But it's also been part of a much darker path for unwitting heroes, for those who endured and came together one senseless day in September and for those who did not make it past.
Still further on - I pass Trinity Church, where I sometimes spend a moment to pay my respects to a founding father of our nation, Alexander Hamilton. Hamilton is entombed across from the Bank of New York, the monolithic building that he built, to finance the world that we live in today, I wonder if he ever envisioned what great history has passed and the enduring spirit and hopes of the other founding fathers embodied in our Country's industry and laws.
But knives are funny like that aren't they? Sometimes they're the instruments that we use to cut with. But often they are so much more.
I had been wanting a custom knife for quite some time. Spending weekends in parlay with my better half discussing why I deserve this custom knife or that one over the greater needs of the family.
Ironically, Pandora, the music sharing platform fittingly plays the Allman Brothers, 'Ain't Wasting Time No More' as my backdrop. Soon to work.
And still other times stealthily on bladeforum I pour over all the beautiful representations of the humble pocket knife whose ordinary cousins I carry everyday. I think to myself, "Perhaps tomorrow I might switch out the copperlock to my Case Carhartt jigged delrin mini trapper".
And this is my walk. I sometimes dream of knives - rubbing the smooth scales in between my fingers in between daydreams while attempting to not be run over by a taxi cab or Uber at the same time.
I sometimes wonder who else on the forum is sharing this same dream right now?
Life isn't really so dramatic right now. There's no family needs that aren't being covered and I guess I could get that custom if I really wanted, I think. My wife doesn't really care.
But then I say to myself if I do get that TA, OHTA, Oeser or Pena what else might I have left to dream of, what else would I ponder on these walks to work?
And it finally dawned on me with a playful chuckle that this conversation with myself has happened all too many times before and my wife was right, perhaps I have a sickness with no remedy.
Time is at hand to start the rest of my day, I've passed the security gates and the elevator banks, swiped myself through the entrance way of my floor and am at my cubicle. As I begin to set my things down, I reach into my pocket one more time comforted by the smooth presence of the copperlock's covers superstitiously rubbing it for luck and to know one more time that it has made its way safely on this small journey with me.
With headphones on each morning I quietly emerge from the catacombs of the WTC, exiting the PATH train system to begin the day anew.
Although my day started hours before its this short walk to my place of work that I find solace and wonder; hoping for a good day and fortune. And that I may come home safely to my wife and pray that she do the same for me.
NYC has always had that affect and perhaps that's why I carry a pocket knife. A feeling of peace mixed with utter uncertainty all in the same moment.
Undoubtedly living in the modern world there are more times than not when there is seldom use for it, a pocket knife that is, yet I carry one everyday. A Case Mini Copperlock right now and it serves just as well as an amulet for luck and a worry stone more so than a tool on any given day.
By now, I've reached Broadway, historically the Canyon of Heroes where the greater sports fans around NYC congregate in celebration of our sports teams' victories. But it's also been part of a much darker path for unwitting heroes, for those who endured and came together one senseless day in September and for those who did not make it past.
Still further on - I pass Trinity Church, where I sometimes spend a moment to pay my respects to a founding father of our nation, Alexander Hamilton. Hamilton is entombed across from the Bank of New York, the monolithic building that he built, to finance the world that we live in today, I wonder if he ever envisioned what great history has passed and the enduring spirit and hopes of the other founding fathers embodied in our Country's industry and laws.
But knives are funny like that aren't they? Sometimes they're the instruments that we use to cut with. But often they are so much more.
I had been wanting a custom knife for quite some time. Spending weekends in parlay with my better half discussing why I deserve this custom knife or that one over the greater needs of the family.
Ironically, Pandora, the music sharing platform fittingly plays the Allman Brothers, 'Ain't Wasting Time No More' as my backdrop. Soon to work.
And still other times stealthily on bladeforum I pour over all the beautiful representations of the humble pocket knife whose ordinary cousins I carry everyday. I think to myself, "Perhaps tomorrow I might switch out the copperlock to my Case Carhartt jigged delrin mini trapper".
And this is my walk. I sometimes dream of knives - rubbing the smooth scales in between my fingers in between daydreams while attempting to not be run over by a taxi cab or Uber at the same time.
I sometimes wonder who else on the forum is sharing this same dream right now?
Life isn't really so dramatic right now. There's no family needs that aren't being covered and I guess I could get that custom if I really wanted, I think. My wife doesn't really care.
But then I say to myself if I do get that TA, OHTA, Oeser or Pena what else might I have left to dream of, what else would I ponder on these walks to work?
And it finally dawned on me with a playful chuckle that this conversation with myself has happened all too many times before and my wife was right, perhaps I have a sickness with no remedy.
Time is at hand to start the rest of my day, I've passed the security gates and the elevator banks, swiped myself through the entrance way of my floor and am at my cubicle. As I begin to set my things down, I reach into my pocket one more time comforted by the smooth presence of the copperlock's covers superstitiously rubbing it for luck and to know one more time that it has made its way safely on this small journey with me.
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