A friend and I have fallen in to a weird codependency lately, enabling each other’s love of knives. We spend a lot of time emailing about them to each other, and we’ve both acquired a few new ones, possibly encouraged by these exchanges. Our wives do not appear to have caught on yet, so for now, no real harm has come of it. But in thinking about my knives lately, I realize that I take one in particular for granted: my pocket knife.
It’s obvious to me why I would forget about my pocket knife when cataloging my knives. If I were to make a list of the tools I own, I most likely wouldn’t list my hands; they are my primary tools, so ubiquitous that they’re off the radar. The same goes for my pocket knife.
My Remington UMC camp folder (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
