A man is not fully dressed without a pocket knife.
In my peaceful and sedentary life I still find many tasks made easier by a trusty Victorinox Swiss Army Knife. I have owned 7 such knifes. I still have 5 of them. The worn-out ones are respectfully retired. Three are currently on active duty.
The robust Farmer model (top left) has been a trustworthy companion in many a cold, wet, and lonely place. It has enabled me to build shelters, start fires, and skin rabbits. In my opinion, this is the most useful model. The smaller Cadet model (centre) goes unnoticed in dress slacks. It has a razor-sharp blade, screw drivers, can opener, bottle opener, and a nail file that stands-in as an excellent little pry-bar. The large red Climber model tends to reside in my briefcase.
It’s strange how these inexpensive, mass-produced items can engender such feelings of trust and value, but they do, because they are trustworthy and so very valuable when you need them
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