About 1983 I had a cop in a pizza place come up to me at the salad bar and tell me I had to take my knife off and put it in my car. I told him I walked to the pizza parlor. He said I needed to take it off, it was illegal. I told him it was a single edge blade, less than six inches in length, it was not concealed in any way, and I could carry it anywhere I wanted to. He asked me how I knew that, I told him that I had called downtown and checked the law, maybe he should. He looked pissed, and told me I should take it off anyway, as it made people nervous. I told him that maybe they should just stay home then, went back to my booth, and ate my dinner, without further commentary, but plenty of nasty looks from the cop booth in the corner.
In the days before I got my CC permit, and shortly after 9-11, I had pulled over in a rural area near town, just to unwind a little. No artificial sweeteners, just some quiet time. Hadn't been there too long when a Sheriff's car pulls up, parks behind me, and an older deputy got out and asked me what I was doing. I explained, and mentioned that normally I'd be over by the airport watching planes come in, but with air travel severely restricted at that time, and armed security patrols everywhere, someone just sitting in a car anywhere near the airport really wasn't a very intelligent option. He laughed and agreed that probably wasn't the best idea. He looked in the front window of my car, saw the handle of a HIGHLY-illegal-within-reach-of-the-driver Ontario/Bagwell bowie stuck down between the seat and console, and asked "What in the hell are you doing with that big-ass knife?" I looked him in the eye, and said "I carry a knife everywhere these days." He said "Fair enough,' and then went on to tell me I would have to leave the area, security at a nearby quarry thought I was scoping out the place for something. We both kind of laughed at that, got in our respective cars, and went our separate ways. He could just as easily have arrested me, and I'd not have blamed him, we both knew the law was on his side. But, no harm, no foul.
Two different law enforcement professionals, two vastly different social climates, two completely different reactions to a blade. I've always found that intriguing...
In the days before I got my CC permit, and shortly after 9-11, I had pulled over in a rural area near town, just to unwind a little. No artificial sweeteners, just some quiet time. Hadn't been there too long when a Sheriff's car pulls up, parks behind me, and an older deputy got out and asked me what I was doing. I explained, and mentioned that normally I'd be over by the airport watching planes come in, but with air travel severely restricted at that time, and armed security patrols everywhere, someone just sitting in a car anywhere near the airport really wasn't a very intelligent option. He laughed and agreed that probably wasn't the best idea. He looked in the front window of my car, saw the handle of a HIGHLY-illegal-within-reach-of-the-driver Ontario/Bagwell bowie stuck down between the seat and console, and asked "What in the hell are you doing with that big-ass knife?" I looked him in the eye, and said "I carry a knife everywhere these days." He said "Fair enough,' and then went on to tell me I would have to leave the area, security at a nearby quarry thought I was scoping out the place for something. We both kind of laughed at that, got in our respective cars, and went our separate ways. He could just as easily have arrested me, and I'd not have blamed him, we both knew the law was on his side. But, no harm, no foul.
Two different law enforcement professionals, two vastly different social climates, two completely different reactions to a blade. I've always found that intriguing...