Wednesday, November 30, 2005

I went to Philadelphia for my 30 year high school reunion. I was staying with my mother: we were looking for a corkscrew, and I opened the knife drawer. It was so full of knives that I could barely open it. "I'm not putting my fingers in there!" I pulled out this knife with a badly notched blade. "Mom, you should really throw this knife away." "That's my best knife!" she said. "It's German!" I said, "If you can't throw that knife away, you can't throw anything away." She paused, and then said, "You guys were the ones that ruined it." (Probably 30 years ago.) Posted by Picasa

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