Congrats to all four of you and thanks for the stories.
For some obscure reason I did not see this thread. But I'll nevertheless tell my little story.
In fact there are two. The first happened when I was 10 or 11. We were on holidays in the Pyrénées mountains, the border between France and Spain.
For historical reasons, there's a Spanish exclave named Livia and, though Spain in these days was not exactly a land of freedom like today, my parents decided to pay a visit. For once I had been a very nice little boy and was rewarded with a little green accrylic handled navaja. I used her during the holidays, but later I never found her. did I loose her? Or did my parents decide it was not appropriate in town? I 'll never know...
Much later I bought a SAK, a big one with magnifier et all, in black leather sheath with side pockets with stone (I forgot what the other contained) in Land'End, Cornwall, during a trip I had scheduld for my parents in Southern England.
I used it every day and in these pre-Leatherman/Gerber days it was very practical for all sorts of things in my sound engineeer job. In studio and on location as well I had a table and the SAK often stood there beside cigarettes, Bic lighter and pen, report notebook and of course the Nagra.
One day, when packing away, I did not notice the SAK was missing. Probably someone needed it and volontarily or not had adopted it.
I miss it a lot, it was a souvenir of the only time I had given back to my parents (I lost my Dad 4 years after that trip) a bit of what they had given to me all their life.
Wild Willie
....gotta say I love the smiles of your ticket drawing attendants
