The whole modern knife thing is an obsession that is way out of wack. There is nothing in our life as urbanites that need more than a small penknife. The rest is Chinese paratroopers fantasy and a artificially driven market by the knife mags and forums. I watched my old man go through his whole life with a little Case peanut. I watched other men do the same. Growing up in the years just after WW2, everyman who had pants on had a pocket knife. And it was always some small two blade penknife or little jack, about 3 inches closed. And in the 1950's, a knife really was needed. Packages didn't come in plastic, it was wrapped in heavy brown paper and bound up with the white cotton twine that was the ubiquitous material of the day.
Life has not changed much since I grew up, except that even more people now live in urban environments, and in the world of the office cubicle, not much more in needed than our fathers and grandfathers needed.
Excellent! Well said.
As a sidebar, this forum often seems to emulate the emo society, with a dash of millennials thrown in. Someone is always making sure that they are offended.
When I was a keyboard commando, a desk jockey, a cubicle monkey, an office dweller, a white collar weenie... I loved it! I was warm in the winter, cool in the summer (I did get hot sometimes going to the truck to go to lunch or go home), stayed dry when it rained, and never had to work in mud all day. I didn't have a million little cuts on my body, stink from hours of sweat, work on my hands an knees, climb ladders. work in dangerous conditions, etc. And a 9 hour day was the norm, with just a sprinkle of 12 hour days in the mix, and almost never a weekend. Two weeks PAID vacation, too! Yessir, I had it going on.
Actually, my fellow tradesmen admired me for leaving the trades! Sadly, both institutions I worked at closed down, and I went back to the trades. Sigh... to be a ninja keyboard master again...
Anyway, I agree with your post. My personal experience of about 11 years of riding the desk let me rethink what I was carrying.
In the trades, I had a lot of edged tools like box cutters, chisels, my huge folding Browning hunter, and my favorite old CASE copperhead.
Out of the trades, I discovered a whole new world to small cutters. I carried a Kershaw Whiskey Gap, Another tiny one blades Kershaw with rubber handles, a Gerber Silver Knight, a Buck Prince, and a tiny stockman. I loved it!
They cut my cigars, opened the priority shipping boxes, cut strapping tape, and did a lot of other cutting chores with ease. Maybe once in a very great while did I need "more knife" or cutting edge. I appreciate the fact that a small knife disappears in the pocket and scares no one when they see it. I am not the guy that cuts up hamburgers, or other food with my knife as I don't want that crap in my pocket, and frankly, my knife may have been used for something a while back that I forgot about that could grow nasties on the blade or pivot. And plastic knives are so convenient.
I got so used to having a little bad boy cutter in my pocket I still carry one. I have a group of larger knives that do their job that I carry every day, and in my pocket is still one of those knives that do their job. When the time comes I can no longer work in the trades full time, I will gladly start shopping for something like a medium stockman and the ZTs Spydercos, Kershaws and other large work knives will get left behind unless hunting or hiking.
Robert