I may be flying to Arizona with my wife to visit her aunt. So I'm practising by going bladeless for the day. That's right. Bladeless.

It's a horrible feeling, but I might as well get used to it. The flight takes some hours. I plan on taking something that will hopefully knock me out for the trip. I normally carry three or four blades on my person. Not today. Even the tiny folder in my wallet stayed at home.

The nice thing about it is that if someone asks me if they can borrow one of the "17 knives you never use but carry every day," I will be able to truthfully say, sorry, but I left them all at home, with a big grin on my face. That should shock them. Grin.

Kind of like the nightmare where you wake up convinced you've missed that crucial final in college, and you are not only sitting in the wrong class, but you are naked except for a CD player blaring out "We are the World?" No, wait, that's a different nightmare ...

Junior high was bad enough with clothes ON.

Craig:

That's horrible!

You were forced to wear clothes in junior high?

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Yup. We were very ugly.

Heck Craig, I got you beat all to pieces.

The EPA won't let me go swimming in public places in swim trunks because they say I endanger the environment, and my friends and loved ones won't let me go swimming with swim trunks because they are afraid I am liable to be harpooned by some nearsighted Canadians.