FYI…

I just received this letter from my father in regards to the Swiss Army knife I wrote about below. This is EXACTLY why I need to get out of this office and start moving:

Hey,
I enjoyed your reference to the old Swiss Army knife.If you’re ever interested, I’ll tell you some of the other stories about where that knife has been and what it’s been through. You’re right, when I saw the picture, every dent and blemish brought back the memory of another experience, it was a constant companion. It has fallen out of a helicopter (that’s why the end is broken), was used by our Malagasy cook/driver to open cans packed with whole chickens (including heads) for camping food, has killed a shark in the Keys, opened a bottle of French wine for an heiress to the Pirelli fortune in the Swiss Alps, fixed one of Jim Morrison’s sandals in Morocco, and fended off a drunken Bolivian with a broken beer bottle, while backed into the corner of a tiny bar in Potosi, and used to cut off Clio’s collar when she practically hanged herself on wire fence, and has appeared as an “on-camera” prop in a number of films. There’s almost no other tool that’s so useful and so personal. That old Swiss Army knife was like an extension of your body, it brought freedom and and confidence that anything was possible. Hang onto it and add to its history.
Love,
Dad