I've wondered lately whether I have an addictive personality. About five minutes after putting the first blemish on a new knife I'm getting caught up in the frenzy over the next knife. I've never collected anything in my life other than unwanted in-laws until NOW.

Then there's the anticipation and apprehension build-up while waiting for a shipment that is addictive. Not to mention the climax and eruption of the senses when the box is unwrapped and the blade is fondled for the first time.

But, I'm not alone. I'm among the pack!

I'm working on something...let ya know soon

Dan