I've noticed that most of the men in my small town carry knives of varying size, shape, origin, and purpose.
Some have neat little holsters on their belt.
Some just pull them out of their pockets when something needs cutting, slicing, dicing, hacking or opening.
My Father-in-law carries a 3" long single-bladed pocket knife that was his Daddy's from way back. It's old as dirt and looks like it's been sharpened by a dry, dull stone a few hundred times too many.
The attorney, the accountant, the banker, the hardware store owner, the artist and the Pastor -- all upstanding town citizens and members of the non-profit Board I sit on -- all toters of finely sharpened blades.
In fact, the only two members present at the recent Board meeting that weren't carrying mini-samurai swords were the OSBI Special Agent and the Oklahoma Highway Patrol chopper pilot -- but they were packing heat -- tools of a different caliber, so to speak.
I guess I need to accept the notion that knives are just another tool to carry around...like a hammer, or crescent wrench...or sickle.
Now where did I put that switchblade I picked up in Tijuana a fews years ago...