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I thought you might enjoy this story and in particular Sal:
My first SPYDERCO was an early model ENDURA and it was perhaps only in my possession several weeks before I abused it, braking off the tip performing some function no knife was ever designed to fullfill. I would carry that knife everywhere! I employed it to break down cardboard boxes at work and inveriably I would walk off , having left the folder on a nearby bale, absentmindedly. Later on, I would reach into my pocket to use it for some task at hand ....and it wouldn't be there.... memory wouldn't lend a "hand".... and panic would set in, because although it was slightly deformed, I always hate to lose a "trusty companion" that still exibits a willingness to perform! Sure enough as diappointment was about to melt into resignation someone on the staff would walk into the room holding my knife and ask, "does this belong to anyone here?" . Safely back into my pocket the ENDURA would go as I vowed to be more mindfull of its whereabouts in the future. However, unfortunately, vows don't govern memory !
I was forever setting my trusty knife on a nearby shelf as I was out working on the retail floor. Seeming to blend into the merchadise on the shelf, or often as I was summoned quickly to report to another area of the store, the ENDURA would once again become "unpossessed". Sometimes I couldn't locate it for days, and then it would magically appear before my eyes as I was working at a nearby shelf. On ocassion some child would find it before I did and that would make for some intersting moments; I remember once sprinting down the aisle spying a toddler who had found it ( open! ) and was about to challenge his sister to a duel, waving it in her face like a Japanese fan on a balmy summers eve! You should have seen the look on their mother's face! LOL !
Once it disappeared in a movie theater. After the movie, as I was exiting, I went to "fondle it" ( now don't give me those looks...you know what I mean ! ) and it was missing. I immediatetly reversed direction , marching back down the aisle to my seat, looking "hi and lo" for the runaway. After testing the good will and patience of the usher, I was urged to call off the search. I stopped to use the Men's Room on the way out, and I caught a glimpse of the AWOL ENDURA on the floor in the same stall I had used before the film began. There it sat patiently waiting for my return.
About six months ago the elusive folder permanantly vanished. Well you would have thought I was a four year old who had misplaced his "security blanket", I searched so long and hard. After several weeks of sifting through the garbbled memory of a 50 year old , I abandoned all hope and went out and bought a CRKT "Point Guard". ( Boy was I unhappy for the longest time with that purchase.....but like all GOD'S children I find something to love in every knife....particularlly if I have paid for it ! ). Then, just several weeks ago as I was moving around the garbage cans; nestled amoungst some brown, dead leaves I saw the ENDURA. It had decided to spend the Seatte winter outdoors none the worse for rain. It washed up real good without a hint of rust!
Just last week I went to look for the knife and before I could locate it my wife challenged my typical inclination to procrastinate and I was forced to call off the hunt and retrieve the dry cleaning before that establishment closed for the weekend; I went to pick up the clothes. The gal behind the counter handed me the hangers all covered in billowy plastic....and a well used but freshly laundered... ENDURA with a broken tip ! Go figure ??????
My first SPYDERCO was an early model ENDURA and it was perhaps only in my possession several weeks before I abused it, braking off the tip performing some function no knife was ever designed to fullfill. I would carry that knife everywhere! I employed it to break down cardboard boxes at work and inveriably I would walk off , having left the folder on a nearby bale, absentmindedly. Later on, I would reach into my pocket to use it for some task at hand ....and it wouldn't be there.... memory wouldn't lend a "hand".... and panic would set in, because although it was slightly deformed, I always hate to lose a "trusty companion" that still exibits a willingness to perform! Sure enough as diappointment was about to melt into resignation someone on the staff would walk into the room holding my knife and ask, "does this belong to anyone here?" . Safely back into my pocket the ENDURA would go as I vowed to be more mindfull of its whereabouts in the future. However, unfortunately, vows don't govern memory !
I was forever setting my trusty knife on a nearby shelf as I was out working on the retail floor. Seeming to blend into the merchadise on the shelf, or often as I was summoned quickly to report to another area of the store, the ENDURA would once again become "unpossessed". Sometimes I couldn't locate it for days, and then it would magically appear before my eyes as I was working at a nearby shelf. On ocassion some child would find it before I did and that would make for some intersting moments; I remember once sprinting down the aisle spying a toddler who had found it ( open! ) and was about to challenge his sister to a duel, waving it in her face like a Japanese fan on a balmy summers eve! You should have seen the look on their mother's face! LOL !
Once it disappeared in a movie theater. After the movie, as I was exiting, I went to "fondle it" ( now don't give me those looks...you know what I mean ! ) and it was missing. I immediatetly reversed direction , marching back down the aisle to my seat, looking "hi and lo" for the runaway. After testing the good will and patience of the usher, I was urged to call off the search. I stopped to use the Men's Room on the way out, and I caught a glimpse of the AWOL ENDURA on the floor in the same stall I had used before the film began. There it sat patiently waiting for my return.
About six months ago the elusive folder permanantly vanished. Well you would have thought I was a four year old who had misplaced his "security blanket", I searched so long and hard. After several weeks of sifting through the garbbled memory of a 50 year old , I abandoned all hope and went out and bought a CRKT "Point Guard". ( Boy was I unhappy for the longest time with that purchase.....but like all GOD'S children I find something to love in every knife....particularlly if I have paid for it ! ). Then, just several weeks ago as I was moving around the garbage cans; nestled amoungst some brown, dead leaves I saw the ENDURA. It had decided to spend the Seatte winter outdoors none the worse for rain. It washed up real good without a hint of rust!
Just last week I went to look for the knife and before I could locate it my wife challenged my typical inclination to procrastinate and I was forced to call off the hunt and retrieve the dry cleaning before that establishment closed for the weekend; I went to pick up the clothes. The gal behind the counter handed me the hangers all covered in billowy plastic....and a well used but freshly laundered... ENDURA with a broken tip ! Go figure ??????
I have a 1.5 yrs old son and he is fascinated by knives, always tries to grab them from the table or from my pocket(s). I must keep an eye on him every time. About a week ago he has learned to open the Jester (I used to let him play with my keychain). He took once my Vesuvius and he dropped it on the floor, where the knife opened due to impact. Now I only let him play with my Delica (closed, of course) because it opens a bit harder, but always under my circumspect eye.