Gerry, Larry Jr & I went to a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball game around 2005 and shortly after that I couldn't find the knife. I called the stadium to report it missing but they never found it. I also searched high and low for the knife for months. No such luck. When we sold our house in 2006 Gerry found the knife under the sofa seat hidden way out of sight. Whew, that was a relief.
Fast forward a few years and I decided to pass the knife onto my son Larry Jr. and as far as I know it is still in his possession and safe. I bought a knife before I found the old one and kept using it for years.
My very good friend Gerry Cavanaugh was heavily into guns and knives and had a huge collection of both. He lived in Wyoming and Arizona later in life and we visited each other a few times. We always kept in touch even if we didn't see each other for a while. He was the kind of friend who you could sit down and have a conversation that you were finishing from the day before, but you hadn't seen him in a year or two.
He passed away a couple years ago and instructed his wife to give me one of his favorite pocket knives. I've been carrying it around since then and couldn't find it a week or so ago. Oh no, another knife walked away again. We searched all over including calling the Ott House restaurant to see if I lost it there. No such luck. We tore the cabin and motorhome apart looking for the knife along with the car. Nope!
Well, today I searched the car again and the knife had walked back and was hiding under the seat. It is safely in my pocket now and I may have to tie it down to keep it from wandering around.
|The Knife (No, that isn't my belly)|
Black Bear Pass
That's all for tonight. Hope you had a great day. Gerry is feeling better and the sun came out today.