As a kid in the 60's, dad had all sorts of knives around... having a pocket knife and a 22 rifle was normal boy stuff back then because we had a summer place away from the suburbs and spent a lot of time there. Shooting, fishing, whittling... Of course I know now how really fortunate I was.
I saw dad last night and he hands me a bunch of the knives from back then, "Here, you should take these, I don't use 'em." He carries a small SAK.
Kinda funny because then I reached in my pocket and gave him a new Kershaw Leek I had bought for him. "Here, I got you a knife!" I said.
We both laughed.
Then he had a bit of a strange look as he eyeballed the new knife, like he was looking at a piece of an alien space craft or something.
"You can open it with one hand Dad"
"Ah... uh huh...hmmm"
Cheers, Ed