Ireland Photos Up!

Once, when I was about twelve maybe? we took a long weekend trip to Kitty Hawk, NC. Actually to Kill Devil Hills, but that is actually not an important part of the story.

We rented an apartment-style accomodation for the time there, and this place happened to have a sofa. The first night I was sitting on the couch and noticed something poking out between the cushions.

A small Swiss Army knife, about an inch long and quarter-inch thick, pretty small, but one of the three tools on it was a miniature pair of scissors. This is pretty darn useful to have, especially when one is travelling around with embroidery projects (as I am keen on doing). I kept it clipped on my key ring for the past few years, you never know when you'll need a small blade for opening packages, etc.

This knife, I had for eight? years maybe. It has passed through I don't know how many metal detectors. Once I visited the UN in NYC and they took my knife from me, and I collected it out of a gigantic manilla envelope. It went in and out of US security and customs without a problem. In and out of Edinburgh at least three times, through Nurnberg, the list goes on.

It was Shannon Airport, a tiny tiny airport, that finally caught my little pocketknife. RIP.


In more important news, Ireland photos are now up!
I pared the original 161 down to 59 for y'all at home, count yourselves lucky.