This little knife goes everywhere with me (except on a damn airline flight, where it is I guess considered a deadly weapon). I've used it countless times over the span of 30 odd years. It has become a part of me. It is always there and today I thought about holding it high regard because I'd feel like something was missing if I didn't reach down with my right hand and feel it through my pants pocket. It's part of my "outfit" if you will. Right there where it's suppose to be. I've had many pocket and sheath knives over the years. For the most part they are hidden in a box somewhere and I can never, never find one when I need it. Don't ask me to use it, I won't let you!

I think you reccognize the brand of my knife. What an engineering marvel!

Do you carry a pocket knife?