... until I lose it. That's ok, because I have found many more knives, mostly on a streambank, than I have lost during my life. Of course, most of those knives have been lost, too! I recently decided to honor my Dad by carrying his Schrade Old Timer instead of letting it sit on the shelf where it has been for 25 years or so. Imagine my dismay when I recently reached in my pocket and found ... nothing.
This was followed by an hour of sifting through pine needles and saw dust where I had been operating the chain saw. All to no avail. I eventually became very discouraged, used many perfectly appropriate words, and gave up. Later, I went to retrieve my work clothes from the washer ... and guess what I found! Life is good. And, yes, after some thought, I will continue to carry it.