It's Fish Kni...er, wait.

I've no more fish knives to share! What ever shall I devote Fridays to?

I'll think of something. In the meantime, I feel obligated to post this wooden sword I made for the boy last weekend:


He's been into "The Lord of the Rings" movies lately, and wanted a sword like Aragorn's. I think the kid thinks that I can make him anything, since anytime he says he wishes he had something (e.g. a pirate ship, a sword, a bow and arrow, rocket, etc.), I scuttle off to my basement workshop and whip something together.

I only post this today because, as I see it, the boy joins a several thousand year old tradition of the little boy with the wooden sword. I had one, my dad had one, his dad had one, etc. etc. all the way back to when our Celtic and Germanic ancestors were running around in animal skins and whopping the shit out of each other with copper and bronze swords. I enjoy watching him prance around with his wooden sword, conjuring images of Treasure Island, Peter Pan, the Prince and the Pauper, and so many of those all stories that we grew up with...