A few days ago I spent 15 minutes under the scrutiny of a local sheriff ( I eventually departed without any citations following the energetic intervention of the California Highway patrol.) My carkit was dumped on the street and thoroughly dismembered. The officer triumphantly produced my sheathed and innaccesable knife. "What is this used for?People cut things with those officer." I fully expected my aspirin to be bagged for the narcotics lab, but again, my fortuitous working friendships with the local Chips saved any further silliness. The sad truth is sheep don't like individuals, as if by voting to be vegetarians the wolf agrees. I think that makes us guard or herding dogs, unloved by both. I agree, keep quiet and only bark in emergencies.