My Dad was a knife collector, and had an impressive array of them, each and every one was sharp enough to shave with. I’m not exaggerating either. He was a genius at putting an edge on a knife. He didn’t have any swords though, that would have been cool, but then again, one of us 4 kids probably wouldn’t have lived to adulthood if he had swords.

To this day, I carry a plain, high quality, two-blade pocket knife. Every once in a while, someone at work or wherever will remark that they need a knife, and I’ll hand them mine and without exception, people look at me funny. I guess people don’t carry pocket knives much anymore, but I’m my Father’s son.

Now that I think about it, a woman with a sword is every bit as cool as a woman with a gun.

I’ll have to be sure to remember to not mess with her in the event that we should ever meet.