Once upon a time, I had a slew of Case Knives.
Including Displays.
Mentors knew folks in various Mom&Pop businesses, including pawn shops.
Mom&Pops would get a new display, and Mentors would get these.
Pawn Shops would find someone going out, or someone going through a divorce or something and get a collection.
I inherited some of this.
You don't understand, I mean walk into a place I had stuff stored, and there would be a dozen Case displays, with the knives, and the knives in stock!
*Dude! This was Cool!*
I mean someone would say they collected Case knives.
So if a buddy of mine knew them, or I gave permission, this person would walk into this walk in vault essentially and basically have a serious case of knee wobbles, and all sorts of "reactions".
Quite a few were looking for St. Peter, and wanting the keys to open the displays cases. *smile*
Imperial counter top cardboard displays, with knives, and Old Timer small display cases as well.
The old boy that had this setting, was a Jewish Uncle of mine.
He collected mechanical banks.
Put in a coin and the bank would do something.
Or.
One of my favorites was this puppy. Put the coin on the puppies tongue, and "shake" his paw, and he pulled his tongue in, and the coin went into his tummy "bank".
It does not take much imagination as to how one got the coins out...*smirk*
The old boy sold the building and he was getting on in years.
So all this was moved to where his good looking daughter , my Jewish Cousin
[I am not Jewish] had a place.
Some were kept elsewhere. All this off site, some out of town, even out of state.
As time went by, some of this stuff was given to folks related to mentors.
Grandkids and the like.
These were mine, still I felt the kids should have these.
Mine...I actually got physically sick the first time this happened, later I would just get numb...
Tornadoes ripped through, the site was hit by lightening and I lost a LOT besides these knives.
Guns, like dozen ARs, dozen 1911s, BHPs, and every bit of 200 USGI 7 round mags, and...and...
I missed the mentors that were gone, this stuff meant the world to me, as it was my attachment to them.
I just got sick.
This sort of thing would happen again, and again.
This explains why my take is what it is on life, on life matters at times.
All one has is that which don't burn.
Evil black rifles...
Mentors paid about $175 for these NIB Colt ARs.
I lost a dozen all at once.
Case Trappers, ever bit of 200 of those were lost.
Give me my mentors and the people back and you can have the ARs and Trappers!
I only have one Case knife that I know for sure I have.
Hopefully...I have some off site still.
I just lost more stuff off site due to tornadoes and all...Life is hard.
Reality is Real.
I have my last Peanut, sentimental, and that is all I carry.
Experiments ? Such a I am doing at BFC, not for me.
I have gone extended periods using only one knife.
It ain't the knife, it is me being able to use a tool, how raised and mentored.
I have to pass this forward, I have to...
Scissors.
This is funny!
I have a mustache...and always liked having a Case knife with scissors as it does not matter if one trims a mustache, there will always be some hair that appears and going "boiiiiiing!"
This morning a gal mentioned I had a wild hair.
"Use your SAK Classic" she said.
"I don't have one, I thought I had one in a shaving kit, but the gremlins ate it" I shared.
There was a serious bet , that I could not attend to that wild hair with a Case Peanut.
I won that Dr. Pepper...
"If you cut yourself, and bleed to death, don't coming running to me" she said.
Ya know, guys will freak out if a lady is in the Men's room, when they enter.
"Don't mind me guys, I am just here to watch him trim his 'stache with a pocket knife".
It is all good....
Just don't get too caught up and forget what is important in life.
