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I idolized my granddad, an old-school Florida cracker who (long before I was born) ran a glass company down in Miami .... Miamah, my relatives there called it. As a kid, he'd take me fishing for specks on Lake Okeechobee. And he was always fixing something with his old two-blade pocketknife. I remember being entranced when he'd look at something for a sec, then lean back and slide his hand into his pocket. I just KNEW he was going for that knife. Man, I wanted one of my own!