Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Really, I found them along the roadside ...

 


... but not these four knives. 
From left to right:

• My brother Mike's hunting knife. He left the building without his knife in 1984 at age 36.

• An orange switchblade knife issued to P-2-V Navy plane servicemen to cut yourself away if you parachute into a tree or some other weird place -- like among the lines of a telephone pole, or even a clothesline pole. Hey, it could happen!

(Lockheed P-2 anti-submarine warfare. 1,177 built. Retired from the military in 1984.)

• A combat knife, Ka-bar, issued to me in Port Hueneme after Class A School in California in 1964. I once took Liberty in Oxnard and saw Tex Ritter in a small honky tonk and I can prove it.

Well at the time, they were thinking of places to send us, and one of them wasn’t Hawaii or Reykjavik. Believe it or not, with most Seabees going to Cau Rong, Da Nang, a sailor from Malden did get his orders to Iceland. His name was Mark Ruane. How do I remember that from 57 years ago?  And why?

• Meanwhile at my phenomenal knife collection, a dinner knife, stamped with USN, from the galley in Argentia, Newfoundland in 1964. Pretty fancy silverware used while the Navy orchestra entertained us. It is actually silver, and needs to be polished. Who knew? Excellent spelling words -- orchestra. Silver - wear? - ware?  Only beaten by the word phenomenal. I think I spelled it correctly.

During my training runs of 23 years and 54,000 miles, I have seen a lot of STUFF.

Wild animals, tools, people kissing in cars (cleaned up for the youngsters in my following) litter, empty nips, 27,000 cans and bottles in 2015, a suicide by electrical cord hanging from a tree on a hot, beautiful, sunny, July afternoon, ... and these twenty knives found alongside the road.



I stuck them in a window sill in Garagemahall. No, I do not know why. 

The other night on TV, on Channel 5’s Chronicle show, they had a man who was a semi-hoarder of grandfather clocks and pocket watches. I fear the disease has hit me, and at my advanced age, I need to unload some STUFF. I thought taking a picture of my knives might make me get rid of them after the documentation. Sorta, maybe.

Check out my knives. Kitchen knives, a Jim Bowie knife -- you of course remember him from Mission San Antonio de Valero or the Alamo. Filet knives, bread knives, a serrated knife, a paring knife, a grilling fork, a butter knife, and an oyster shucking knife. Many of the knives are beach-related. Marshfield is on the Atlantic with five phenomenal beaches.

Everyone knows that our American Indians sharpened their knives only on one side. But so do the Japanese, even to this day.

Which knife should I send you? If not, how about taking one of my 266 scrapbook photo albums? I don’t know why. "I don’t know why I love you like I do. I don’t know why. I just do."

useless information to the lonely from            
- Tocino

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