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Nice one, Aaron!!

I decided on these two today.I can’t remember if I’ve ever posted pics of either one of them before.
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Nice one, Aaron!!
I decided on these two today.I can’t remember if I’ve ever posted pics of either one of them before.
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Thank you.
Not familiar with the covers or the shield on your Case. That is certainly a unique and attractive looking knife.
I didn't actually "tote" any knife today
Jim awoke Tuesday morning and remembered where he’d last seen his GEC #99 Wall Street pocket knife. He emptied the contents of a cookie jar onto the table, sorting through the odd mix with mild curiosity. The pocket knife caught his eye. Its Wharncliffe blade sharp, clean, and clearly still up to the task. Nearby, an aged baseball, covered in barely legible signatures, rolled to a stop. Jim gave it a glance and placed it aside. It wasn’t worth much. The local legends of a minor league club from 1941 and none of the names were famous. Jim had hung onto it only because his dad had garnered the signatures as an awestruck 11yr old.
Among the collection were curious items that sparked Jim's still groggy imagination. A worn painted wood yo-yo marked "Duncan Tournament," a leftover from a 60’s childhood, two vintage New York Transit Authority tokens, and an old Civil War bullet smoothed by time. Red plastic beads looped through the arrangement like forgotten Mardi Gras laughter and a pair of mother-of-pearl cufflinks reflecting soft light like tiny moons screaming, “I used to be fancy!” were a strange pairing, shoved into the cookie jar without much thought. A compass fittingly pointed near south, reminding Jim of his current dating life. And a U.S. Shelby Co. P-38 can opener, long unused, still with tiny bits of mystery grub crud. Time was moving on this morning and not everything old was a treasure, sometimes it was just stuff. Others might politely say, junk.
Jim shrugged, scooped up the Wall Street pocket knife and slid it into his pocket. He gave one of the New York Transit tokens a quick rub for luck, gearing up to face whatever ride the day had in store.
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