Where, oh where, has my whetstone gone? Where, oh where, can it be?
Knives need to be sharp. Otherwise what good are they? I guess they can serve as letter openers. Or, paper weights. Or, something to keep in the left jean pocket to balance out the wad of keys in the right one.
I prefer a good old fashioned "black steel" knife instead of the newer stainless or carbon blades. Now, you can even get porcelain bladed knives. But, me, I like the old-style blade that you can sharpen with a whetstone and put a razor edge on it. The kind of knife where the blade just gets narrower and narrower over time until it eventually is sharpened away.
I know there are ways to sharpen the other kinds of blades. I just never could get the kind of edge that I really wanted on them. There are also easier ways to sharpen than a whetstone. But, again, I could never really get the kind of edge like I want with anything else. I don't know if it's just because this old dog is stubborn and doesn't want to change or if there is really something to it. I just have my preferences I guess.
I think a good knife and a whetstone are a great illustration of our lives as we age. If we want to be of use we have to keep the dullness rubbed off and lose a little hide now and again. If we don't, we eventually become useless, left to sit in a drawer and rust.
A good knife with a sharp edge can have a long and useful life. That's what I want to be said of me when I'm gone -- he never lost his edge.
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