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I just felt like Ralphie, in Christmas Story where he finally gets his secret decoder ring, when I took my first look.
Well, this ought to make you feel better by comparison...
When I was a kid, I was a huge Jean Shepherd fan (the author/personality whose life and work "A Christmas Story" was based upon).
I used to sneak my transistor radio under my pillow at night to listen to his show on WOR. I knew all of his depression era stories backwards and forwards and loved to hear them told nightly.
Well, one day Jean Shepherd was going to be at the "Limelight" in NYC for a book signing and hotdogs and snacks for the kids.
I made sure I was first on line and waited hours until the place opened. (I was about 12 and had taken the subway into Manhattan for this purpose alone.)
Anyway, as I didn't have the money to buy a book (and his stories were about his own somewhat impoverished upbringing), I asked him to sign my napkin during the course of the afternoon. He refused. He said he'd only autograph a book if I purchased one. I told him I didn't have that kind of money and he blew me off. To say I was crushed would be to put it mildly. It was as if Mickey Mantle had refused to sign a baseball for me. It was as if he had forgotten where he had come from as a kid.
Anyway, I got over it eventually but as fate would have it, I was telling the tale to one of my neighbors years ago and while we were standing there talking it came over the radio that Jean Shepherd had passed away. Talk about strange.
Sorry for the little off-topic wander, but your post brought it back to mind and if there was a more folksy storyteller in his heyday it's hard to think of one.
Tell the missus that it's the thought that matters and in the end (one way or another) you'll end up with a great knife! :thumbup:

