I think I was meant for another time.
Have you ever watched someone handle a pocket knife when
trying to show you something?
As I walked my father to his truck this evening,
after a visit,
he stopped to admire the mountain laurel trees he had planted in my front yard.
He then walked over,
pulled off a pod of seed,
and pulled out his pocket knife
as fast as my bare feet could muster-
to grab my camera-
before that pocket knife went back in his pocket,
I decided right then and there
that I want a pocket knife.
I am going to casually pull it out to show my girls and grandsons