A Good Imagination and a Pile of Junk

So what the hell has happened to all the leatherman tools I would otherwise be able to say I’ve “accumulated” over the years?

I don’t carry them around the world for use in diving expeditions in the arctic circle. I don’t use them “on the job” and I don’t loan them out. I use them to get thumb drive out of those unforgivably stout plastic packages.

Given that I’ve had nearly a dozen of these things in the last few years, it stands to reason that there should be at least a couple… I don’t know… around.

I love those damn things. They’re the perfect everything. The big ones, the small ones. They’re the gadget that delivers on the Swiss Army Knife promise of having everything you could possibly need in a tool, while actually being a tool rather than a red sheathed curiosity.

Nowhere. I haven’t seen one in two years.

During the slow steady excavation of my apartment I’ve uncovered some really odd stuff, a shoebox full of floppys. Yes, 5.25″ discs. SOME of them even have a round little divot taken out of the other side so I could write to it on the old Franklin Ace 1000. Stuff like that.

But no leatherman tools.

Harrumpf.