My Dad got me started to carrying pocket knives. Then they had such a big uproar about weapons in the schools here, that some teacher's aides told me I should stop carrying my pocket knife. Well, when I was no longer teaching school I went back to carrying my pocket knife. When I met my friends down over the hill here to go with them to the Philippines in 2010, my friend told me that I should not take my pocket knife, because he lost one that belonged to his Dad! They took it away from him in one of the airports, so I left it with Carol and our daughter. Then when we landed in Seoul, South Korea, they asked me if I had water in my small luggage I was carrying with me. I told them yes; they saw it on the xray. They wanted me to dump it, and I asked them if I could drink it right there, and they told me sure, so I drank it on the spot, then dumped the empty water bottle!