I confess when I reviewed my subjects, I paused at this one.  Whatever did I mean when I mapped out A-Z so many months ago?  Then I remembered.  Eons ago, when I left home to go to college, I took some things with me.  Some of those things weren’t mine.  They were my dad’s.  I don’t think he reads these posts, but my mom does, so this confession will probably get back to him.

Dad, if you’ve been wondering where your Boy Scout knife is, I have it.  Do you want it back?