thingsorganizedneatly:

I’m afraid I lost my pocket knife today. It was my uncle’s.

Sorry to hear that.

I’ve probably lost a dozen or so pocket knives over the years, but the one that bothered me the most was a knife that my dad had given me when I left it in a locker in middle school. Sadly, even though it was a small rural school, they did locker-sweeps and it was confiscated. It wasn’t an heirloom, nor anything expensive or fancy, (just a simple, yellow Case “peanut” styled folder) but it was something I would have liked to hang onto.

I’ve long been a proponent of carrying a pocket knife. Unfortunately, we live in a time when anyone carrying this simple if a tool is viewed as a potential psychopath. I will admit, it has made me take a bit more consideration of what type of knife I use for daily carry - I now tend to look for more plain, less “dangerous” looking folders -  but I still carry one more often than not.

Personally, I think a knife is just a notch below a writing utinsel when it comes to daily nessecities. If you have one and carry it regularly, you suddenly realize how useful it is. If you never have, you likely just don’t understand why something so simple has remained with us since man learned to use tools.

Maybe I’m just sentimental (possible) or over-thinking it (doubtful), but stop and think about that - Something that simple that has been of that much use for that much time.

I think that’s pretty awesome.