My Dad always carried a jack knife in his pocket. All men did that I knew. It was ready for any occasion--how many times I saw him wisk his jackknife out to cut a string, a box or whatever. I am sure he used it hunting and fishing as well. When I finished my doll house this winter I decided I needed a jack knife so I could carve the head boards of my Seven Dwarf beds. I have done ONE. Oh well, it is a good project for when it snows. But today I found I can slit the soil conditioner bag open in one stroke. How I have struggled with those plastic bags over the years. Why didn't anyone tell me? From now on I will carry a jacknife in my pocket ready for any occasion... 
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