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.)