I think the best memory I have is the day the Dog Father landed on my steps. It was my first foray into the world of high end cutlery.

My cheeks still hurt when I think about the grin on my face as I opened up the package and felt the heft of the brute. I also remember dashing out to the truck and taking off to find something to chop, never mind that it was late on a cold night. Put a lot of miles on that blade and I still enjoy using it as much as the first time!