One of the games was baseball. A piece of white pine, usually obtained from a fruit box at the local grocery store, was the base for the knife to stick into. The knife was open and the different stick positions were the hits. The large blade was lightly stuck in the wood and then the player would flip it up, and how it stuck determined what hit you got. The small blade was a home run. If the large blade stuck it was a double. If the small blade and the large blade both stuck it was a triple. If the large blade and the handle were both touching the board it was a single, and if the knife fell over it was an out. There were other games, but this was our favorite.
The wood from some fruit boxes was good white pine and we carved cars, trucks and even airplanes from it. For basketball, we nailed the round wood that cheese was shipped in to a telephone pole.
I never heard of any boy using his knife to harm someone. I know we were just as happy as boys today with all their electronic gadgets. What do you think?
Drawing a red line in the sand is grade-schoolyard diplomacy. So the Syrians called our bluff and crossed the red line, now some politicians and writers are concerned about what the world will think about us. Who cares?
They all take our money and continue to hate us anyway. The days of politicians getting their false pride insulted and then putting our young men into battle to satisfy that false pride should be denied to them by we the people. I am firmly against any air strike in Syria. What do you think?