Thursday, December 18, 2003
Silver & Gold
qzen42 feels 
If you love something, set it free. I have misplaced and found my little Swiss Army pocket knife twice in the past week. Both reunions were very satisfying, sending a subtle message that this is a little object I am particularly attached to. Like many things that I am attached to, there's a story about this one...
Growing up in my little central PA borough, I had a neighbor who was Tim Taylor, Bob Villa and Mr. GreenJeans all rolled into one. He had a retiring way of making you feel good about life, no matter. He often tinkered in a shed behind his house, sharpening mower blades, fixing clocks, any sort of puttering. I think he was a main impetus for me becoming interested in woodworking, for he often was whittling as well. Anyhow, he always carried a little pocket knife, and I was suprised by how handy these little helpers can be. He made great use of this little silver blade carving apples and preening stray threads.
Ever since that experience, I have carried one myself. Over the years I've lost 3 or 4, but they are quickly replaced.
Just one of my little attachments.
breathe.
evolve.
laugh.
