Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Accessories: A Pocket Knife
Bone-handled, a gift from a fine gentleman whose wedding I groomsmanned. (At this point, I'm a pro. Proud to say that none of my grooms have succeeded in their attempts to flee the wedding five minutes before it began. Watching all that pro wrestling finally paid off.) Absolutely gorgeous. I keep it on my office desk. It has a great heft to it.
Back in the Boy Scouts, a good pocketknife was de rigeur on one's person at all times. Nowadays, with my constant comings and goings at various courthouses, I tend not to carry one, just to make sure that I don't accidentally take it through a security checkpoint and get it permanently confiscated by an alphabet-soup agency.
But men have precious few opportunities to express themselves in casual dress, and the right pocketknife can set the tone. Maybe I should add "stow your knife" to "straighten your necktie" and "mute your phone" to my entering-the-courthouse mental macro.