Another Camp Scrap has come and gone. The scrappers have to be, along
with our quilting group, the happiest, most sedate group that ever
uses our building.
I always feel safe and calm among them. No security needed. I did
have my little $3 pocket knife with me, but even with only it, I felt
over-armed.
I know what you are wondering. $3 pocket knife? Yeah, I've donated
about a dozen pocket knives to the federal government in airport
security lines. I got tired of sending money down the hole.
I now buy my pocket knives used at flea markets. Fear not. I soak
the little toothpick in bleach before I use it.
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