People who have lived in the same place all their lives and who have a proper safe probably would not comprehend the entire philosophy. I lived all over the world, in rented rooms, in flats in big cities with high crime statistics, and sometimes with flatmates who could not be trusted, whether or not I had romantic relationsihips with them or not. Thus, the whole concept of finding 'somewhere safe' for the things I did not wish to have stolen for me. Regrettably, the result sometimes has been the same when I have failed to FIND something I loved and treasured.
In any case, I found this knife yesterday. I had been looking for it for a very long time. It had not been put 'somewhere safe' actually but had been in a handbag of mine for years. When I switched to a different handbag, the knife somehow was left behind in the discarded one.
It was a gift from a client and friend from the years when I lived in New York. I always felt that there was something very special about a guy who could give a sharp, edged weapon to a woman as a gift. I now realise that this is no measure of a man's worth or integrity at all or even his ability to be a good friend or lover, but nonetheless, I still would melt inside I expect if some one tendered another dagger to me.
This particular one is not really my favoured style, although it is made of Damascus steel. I was not that fond of folders, and my knife of preference was double-edged. This one, though, was very practical through the years and I loved the fact that it had a straight razor as well as a regular blade. It was a very good little knife that served me well... sad to have lost it and very pleased to have found it.
Sad to say, I do not have the box in which it came at this point. It was a collector's piece originally, during the period when knife collecting had become fashionable and every one and his mate was making Limited Editions. I think this one was made by Browning. Originally, I did not care much for the bolsters but like an old friend, I grew to love everything about the little knife in time. It really was a perfect fit for my hand and my handbag and I had occasion to use both blades. Once in a blue moon, I spare a thought for the giver...
There still are a number of 'lost' treasures knocking about somewhere at the old house. I hope to God I can find them... it's kind of a race with Time at this point.
This poor knife was lost long enough to develop some rust spots. I ruthlessly excised them this morning. I decided it would be better to have a slightly imperfect knife than one with rust consuming it. I hope I have destroyed the Destroyer in time. There is a tiny nick now in the edge of the blade where i had to sand off a lot of rust.
