He could sharpen a pencil so fine that it looked like it got its point from a Boston KS sharpener. He could make a pile of cedar shavings so thin and curly. He would use his pocket knife to open a letter, peel an apple and cut into a box. It was always in his pocket or on the top of the chest of drawers. He also use it to carve our SS #'s into the stock of 20 gauge shotgun.
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