Author: Everett DeMorier

  • No knead bread

    No knead bread

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    In November 2006, New York Times food columnist Mark Bittman wrote an article for his Sunday feature—it was just an interview with a baker who came up with a new method to bake bread, no big deal. Except that this baker claimed he had not only developed a manner of making absolutely amazing bread at home without the headaches of kneading and working the dough, but that his process was so easy, a four-year-old could do it.

    Wait.

    Why would a commercial baker develop a way to make his product at home? This seemed a little self-defeating. But this baker—his name was Jim Lahey—stated that his goal was for anyone to be able to create bakery-quality bread—you know, that bread with the hard crust and the rich center, not the squishy store-bought stuff—as often as they wanted.

    So, Mark Bittman met with Lahey and the two baked this new bread together. Bittman wrote the piece and that article launched an entire bread-making movement. There were videos, additional articles, online pieces, cookbooks—all about this new method of baking bread easily.
    Now, baking bread had always been a daunting and intimidating task, one only taken on by the serious home baker. It was time-consuming, required a lot of attention, and was easy to mess up—which is why homemade bread has always been so revered.

    The traditional process of baking bread requires dissolving yeast and sugar in water, then adding in lard, salt, and flour. Then the kneading starts. After that, the bread has to rise for an hour. Then you punch the dough and allow it to deflate and sit for another hour. Then you bake.

    Then, in the 1990s, bread machines came along. These things were great. Now there was a machine where you could load in all the ingredients and allow the device to do all the kneading, punching, waiting, and cooking. You just loaded it up, pressed a few buttons, and walked away. But the bread was still the soft, squishy store-bought kind—a much fresher, preservative-free version of it, but still not that artisan, bakery-style bread we all love.

    Then came Jim Lahey’s method, where we can not only make the most amazing artisan bread ever, but it is so incredibly easy that—yes, a four-year-old can do it.
    It’s cheap—an average loaf will cost you about thirty cents to make—incredibly crispy, tasty, and easy to do.

    What Jim Lahey came up with was a way to allow time to do all the work—up to twenty-four hours. It takes a minute to mix the bread, uses only a quarter teaspoon of yeast (most recipes call for a full teaspoon or more), and allows the yeast to ferment very slowly. The dough is so sticky that you couldn’t knead it even if you wanted to, which is good because you just leave it alone and let it do its thing.

    His method creates a great cracking crust and flavor and is the kind of bread that you get from professionals’ steam-injected ovens. And it does this by allowing the pot you cook it in to act as a steam oven and get the same results. Over the past year, I’ve made dozens of loaves of this bread and with a few tweaks, it’s pretty bullet proof.

    So how do you make no-knead bread? It’s pretty easy.

    First, you will need:

    1¾ cup of warm water
    3 cups of flour
    1 teaspoon of salt
    ¼ teaspoon of yeast

    In a large bowl combine flour, yeast, and salt. Mix the dry ingredients, then add your water. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and let it sit. Jim Lahey’s recipe calls for between eighteen and twenty-four hours, but I would say eight hours is a minimum. I make a batch up at night and we have it for breakfast the next day. I also use a Sharpie and write on the plastic wrap the time that I started it, so I don’t forget. If you like a larger loaf and less dense bread, wait longer, toward the twenty-four-hour time frame.

    Place flour over a cutting board and place the dough on it. Fold it into a ball—don’t knead it or work it; just fold it—place back in the bowl and cover back with plastic wrap for thirty minutes.
    HINT: What I do here is, while the dough is on the cutting board, I wash out the bowl, dry it, and place a layer of olive oil on the bottom. Then when the dough goes back in the bowl, I’ll add a little olive oil on the top. This will add flavor and allow the bread to easily slip into the pan when you cook it.

    Preheat the oven to 400 degrees and place a Dutch oven, casserole dish, or anything that has a heavy cover and seals, into the oven to preheat—empty—for ten minutes. You want the pan to be hot when you start.

    Place the bread inside the Dutch oven. I used to cut vent holes on the top of the loaf, but found that they don’t do much and the look of the bread is nicer without them. Cook for thirty minutes.
    Remove the lid and cook for an additional five minutes or so to get the top get crusty.
    It’s tempting to cut it right out of the oven, but you get a better result if you let it cool for ten minutes or so.

    Now, I might add that with this recipe is everything depends on the Dutch oven or pot that you use to cook it in. With mine, I can’t get the crust extremely crusty, without burning the bottom of the bread, so I settle for a medium crust. I’ve seen others do it where they can cook and extra five minutes or so and get it crusty all over. You can try adding parchment paper to the bottom of the pot; that will give you some additional cooking time.

    And that’s it. No-knead bread. Fast, easy, fun, and costs probably around thirty cents a loaf. Obviously, there are no preservatives in it like there are with store-bought bread, so it won’t stay fresh for more than a week or so, but you won’t have to worry about it. This bread goes fast. We’ve never had a loaf make it to three days.

    Two days is our record—two days, five hours, and sixteen minutes.

  • A car? Or a truck?

    A car? Or a truck?

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    Edmunds, The Automobile Research company, compiles many reports for the auto industry — best car, most researched vehicle, the car safety guide — but one of the most interesting paper they publish is, The 50 worst cars of all time, list. This is a study that looks at every car ever produced and ranks them from the bottom up and is comprised of such lemon legends as the The Edsel, the Gremlin, the Yugo and of course, the Pinto. Remember, the Pinto? The car that blew up if hit from behind at 30 mph?

    Now, the Pinto has a great backstory because when Ford discovered early on that their new compact model had a potentially dangerous design flaw  — the car had no reinforcement between the bumper and the gas tank which meant the tank could rupture upon impact — they decided to go ahead and roll those little beauties out anyway. In fact, there is a very famous memo where Ford amortizes the potential cost of lawsuits — it calculates the number of possible burn and death victims that could occur — and compares it to the cost of making the design change before production. And from this calculation, Ford determined that they would save 70 million dollars by not making the fix.

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    And so the Pinto rolled off the assembly line and into car history.

    There are other notable goof ups in the auto world — The Bricklin SV1 (Safety Vehicle, One) that had doors that couldn’t open after a crash, there was a Saturn where your foot got caught under the brake and then there are numerous 3-cylinder and even 2-cylinder disasters. But besides these noted lists of bad ideas the truth is that with current safety, emission and quality regulations, all vehicles now remain somewhere upstream of the standards. Which means that your average car or truck, is, well, your average car or truck — so they are all roughly in the same playing field and range from average to great.

    So the model you choose isn’t as important as the type of vehicle you choose. Once you chose the type — car or truck — then the rest is just details. After that, it’s just a question between Coke and Pepsi.

    So before you take the first step in deciding what your next vehicle will be, take one step back to determine the type.

    Are you going with a car or a truck?

    Now, this doesn’t seem like a difficult decision because we should know which type we want?

    Maybe. But in actuality it’s very common for us to simply drive what we’ve always driven in the past — I’ve always had a car so I’ll buy another car — and few of us have actually taken the time to think about what is best suited for us; what makes the most sense or what will make our life easier.

    What if a truck will save you money, better fits your lifestyle and will last longer in the type of driving you do?  What if a car is a better fit for the business lunches you need to host and the type of creative parking you need to do in the city? There are myriads of sources to guide you in deciding which car to buy or which truck, but absolutely nothing to make the decision which one to start with; when that is more important and is the very first step.

    Oh, and by the way, SUV’s are not in this equation. Why? Because SUV’s are cars. Meaning car buyers buy a car or an SUV. Truck buyers buy trucks. It’s true. In speaking to car and truck buyers they both consider SUV’s more of a car than a truck so we will lump them together.

    Now there is no set formula, no piece of software designed to determine that Career-A is best suited for a truck and Lifestyle-B is one for a car. Nope. You need to ignore the emotional and see what makes sense.

    Now the left brain emotional side says to buy something you like. Something you can be proud of and enjoy driving. Well that’s true, but here is the part you may not like.

    As far as pure practical decisions, the truth is that if you don’t need a truck — meaning if you are never, or rarely, going to use the truck part of it — then don’t get one. Because if you do, then you are paying for the gas, tires and repairs for a large part of the vehicle that you’ll never use. Unless you are working on a farm, construction or you head to deer camp for four weeks out of the year, a truck is impractical — it may be cool, macho or fun, but it’s still impractical.

    And on the flip side, if you have ever strapped a sheet of plywood or a chair to the roof of your Corolla, a car may not be the right type of vehicle for you either.

    What do you need?

    Truck owners — who’ve never owned a car — tend to think that cars are weak. Car owners — who have never owned a truck — see trucks as intimidating.

    So don’t think with emotion and simply ask yourself — what do I need?

    Who knows, you could have been driving the wrong type of vehicle for decades.

  • Facebook

    Facebook

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    Facebook is ten years old this year. Can you believe it? Which means that for a solid decade we’ve been able to digitally connect with friends, co-workers and family, whether they were a few blocks away or around the world — instantaneously. Just like that. We can now share events, tragedies, laugh at jokes and keep connected — all the time; not just through yearly Christmas Cards or the occasionally phone call. We can watch children grow up, share videos of events and rally around when needed. All the time and everywhere — from our laptops to our phones. We are always connected to them.

    And because we are so accustomed to Facebook it’s difficult to remember a time before it. When if you wanted to reconnect with someone you would Google their name and hope to find an email address — which you never could and it actually just lead to bit of digital stalking; looking in but not able to knock at the door. But not now. A quick Facebook search and not only can you often find the person you are looking for, but by the very act that they are on Facebook states they are willing to consider reconnecting with you.

    Today, by the stroke of a keyboard, decades can disappear and within seconds not only can we be joined back to the people we remember so clearly even though so many years have passed, but they are brought into our current life and become part of the day to day Facebook feed. Facebook has made the world small and accessible.

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    Now, I am celebrating my own personal anniversary with Facebook. Three months. I have been a part of Facebook for one quarter now and I have to admit, I like it and I see value in it — even though I did not go willingly. When we were ready to launch 543skills I was told — in a very nice way — to get over it and get on Facebook. It was necessary to coordinate the site with social media which meant getting a personal Facebook page and then one for the site. So I did. But the reality is I think I was ready.

    In part, the delay might have been because I actually felt special because I shunned Facebook. And possibly I was waiting for Mark Zuckerburg to call me and ask if there was anything he ever did to offend me. I would even grandstand a little on how I didn’t get involved in such things. But there were two other parts. The second was that I thought Facebook was a lot more intrusive than it really is. It’s not. You can open the door as wide or as shallow as you want to. But the second reason was —.

    Well, here’s an example.

    There is a company called Publish America. I am not going to say anything about this company; instead let’s play a game. Take the next three minutes — that’s all you’ll need, three minutes — and do a Google search of this company; Publish America. Then come back.

    Go.

    Okay, in those three minutes you have seen many things. In fact, within seconds of your search, on the very first Google page, you will see the words, complaints, lawsuits, beware, as well as the F-Rating from The Better Business Bureau — and this is thirty seconds into your allotted three minutes of time. In fact, on that same first page you will see that this company has changed their name in order to keep operating and put some distance between the lawsuits and image of the old company.

    Now with all of that. Here is the question. In the three minutes of your Google search, if someone were considering signing an agreement with this company, what would you advise them?

    Correct. So why does Publish America continue to get customers? Why do would-be authors sign up with them — every day?

    Great question.

    So here is what Publish America is about. If you want to get published, you send your manuscript into Publish America and they accept it — they say they reject many, but that’s not true (Google; Atlanta Nights and see what I mean). So they accept your book, give you one dollar as an advance and voila, you are a published author.

    So, you tell all your family and friends that you are now published and of course they want to read your book — which Publish America will gladly sell them for thirty dollars. In fact Publish America will sell anyone your soft cover book for thirty dollars — because it’s Print-on-Demand — except bookstores, who won’t touch your book because it’s not edited, its error ridden, because Publish America is not a legitimate publisher, because the price is ridiculously high and because you cannot return them. Oh yeah, once you sign the contract, Publish America now owns your book and they can keep it for seven years — unless you wish to buy it back. The business model is that Publish America markets books to its authors. Period.

    When I first heard about this company I thought it was sickening; taking the dreams of people and stealing it. But if you go on the Publish America website and look at the videos of the Writers Conferences they do, you will see something different. You will see — ego. That’s it. People who want to be read not because they think they have something to say, but because they think what they have to say is more important than what anyone else has to say. They don’t want to go through the work of being a writer, they just want the title.

    And this is what I thought Facebook was. People who didn’t want to go through the work of being a friend, they just wanted the title.

    I was wrong.

    Do people abuse Facebook? Absolutely. There are those who now don’t need to be a friend in order to have a friend. Facebook becomes a substitute, a cheat. Yup. And there are those whose Facebook lives are far more glamorous than their ones in reality. But for every one of them, there are dozens of just plain people. Folks connecting and laughing and celebrating and supporting.

    So sorry, Facebook. I was wrong.

  • Austin

    Austin

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    There are many people in the world that are nice, once you get to know them. Once you peel back a few layers. After you coax them out, develop some trust and gain access to the true individual. But rarer are those souls that are nice — genuinely nice — from the moment you meet them. From the very second you walk into their lives you know you are standing in front of the pure, unguarded, essence of the individual. They have no agendas or desires to impress. These are just balanced and happy and the pleasure of life just spills out. They can’t help it. They are content which makes them nice.

    Al Santillo is one of those truly nice guys. Al owns Santillo’s Brick Oven Pizza, which is located in a small house tucked between a church and an apartment building in Elizabeth, New Jersey — in fact, when I was first trying to find it, I walked in the front door and walked back out; this could not be the place with three pages of raving Yelp reviews for it. It was so small, so —- so, not what I was expecting. I walked in, saw Al, his back to me writing something down at a cluttered table, I didn’t see any lines of people clambering for what I was told was the best pizza in New Jersey, I didn’t see any banners, posters or signs telling the customer how amazing their pie was. So I left.

    When I got to my car I went back to the Yelp search — because this pizza was for Austin and it had to be great. This was going to be his last dinner with us before he moved and I wanted it to be — well, amazing. Austin had had now had his first taste of good pizza a few weeks before this when we had taken him to New York City for his first time, his going away present. So this had to rival that pizza and since I had a meeting in New Jersey— which is close to New York, the capital of Pizza — this is where I would find it. Hopefully.

    Now, we had known Austin was leaving us for a while, several months actually, but denial is a wonderfully comforting thing when you call upon it. And we did. But the day rudely came anyway. On Saturday morning, Austin and his family would begin the 1800 miles trek from Delaware to Colorado to begin a new life.

    Austin came into our lives seven years before this. I had walked into the family room one day and there were three warm bodies in there, instead of only the two male dependents that share my last name.

    “This is Austin,” Nick introduced from behind him. Not taking his eyes off the screen or taking his hand off the controller.

    “Hi,” Austin said, while killing Nick’s character in a blaze of digital gunfire.

    And from that time he was a fixture at our house. But it wasn’t until the first time that this shy and quiet kid looked into our refrigerator and screamed out, “We’re out of ice tea.” And Debbie yelled back. “I’ll get some in the morning.” — was he officially part of the family.

    Over the past seven years Austin would go on family trips with us, vacations and most weekends either he was sleeping at our house or Nick was sleeping at his. In fact, Austin and Nick were in my car when I learned our house was on fire and I broke every speed law in Delaware to get to it. And they both took dates together to the prom.

    With all the electronic gizmos available, Nick and Austin will keep in touch. They’ll face time and game together and do a bunch of other technological miracles that I don’t understand. But first, I had to get him pizza.

    After I had conformed with Yelp that I was at the right place, I walked back into Al’s place. He spent the next thirty minutes telling me about the difference between cheese from Romania and cheese from Wisconsin. Without ever meeting me before, he brought me behind the counter to try a pizza type he was experimenting with, he asked me about my family and where I grew up and he showed me how his huge brick oven works.

    Al is a genuinely nice guy.

    Just like Austin.

    And, oh yeah —. Al’s pizza is absolutely amazing.

  • The Files

    The Files

     

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    When we are born, when we first take delivery of our body, there is some set up and installation time required for the main component; the brain. And this takes a little while to completely go through. So since nothing interesting can happen until the brain is fully functional, for the first three years of life — as our brain goes through this construction and set up phase — we remain in in a state of LOADING. During this period, software is installing, hardware is being assembled, code is being added in and miles and miles of connections and cables are being strung. It’s a capital project and after several years we are ready for some trial runs as we first put our brain through its paces.

    This is why any long term memories we have begin at around age three because before this, our brain is unable to store and record. But from that point on, we are given the keys to our mind and we start to determine who we are and who are the people around us. What will we believe? Who will we trust? What’s important and what is our place in the universe?

    So we are an adult at 18, we can drink at 21, we can drive at 16, but we are responsible for our own thoughts at around age three.

    Now when we first start using this brand new brain of ours, it begins in vacuum-cleaner-mode as we suck up all information on everything around us. Everything. Pure data. Pure experience. All is recorded.

    Then, after a few years of doing this, there is sufficient enough information to begin to sort it all. So the first category we create is, THINGS THAT ARE SAFE and the other is for THINGS THAT ARE SCARY. And everything new goes in one of these two boxes. Then once those files are established, old data is pulled out and resorted; the chair is safe, but the cat hissed at us once so he now goes in the scary box. And for years the world is divided into two parts. The safe and the frightening.  Safe is good. Scary is bad.

    Then we add new files: what tastes good and what does not. What is easy and what is hard. What gets us attention and what gets us ignored. And file after file after file is filled. And we call this personality; how we react to things, what we avoid and what we gravitate to.

    This is what people remember about us. This is the footprint we leave in a crowd.

    Okay, so here’s the scenario.

    You are now an adult, with your seasoned, battle tested brain. And for this illustration let’s put you in prison — sorry, you’ve lead a very troubled life. So you’re in prison, but because you are an extremely smart convict, one day you escape. You get out of your cell, you get outside the pod and then you get out of the building. You make it over the wall and into the woods. Now, because you are a very detailed person you manage to ditch the orange prison jumpsuit and get into some street clothes. You get a little cash and are a few hundred miles away before the guards even know you’re gone.

    Like I said, you are very, very smart.

    Now, because you are a disciplined person, once you are free you do not make contact with your sister in Albany or your childhood friend in Tulsa and you don’t even go to father’s funeral six months later. You cut all ties with his past at places where they may be looking for you. You get a new identity, a new life and a new job.

    So, here is the question. Will you get caught?

    Answer: Yes.

    Why? Because without even realizing it, you will begin operating according to those old files and if the police are looking for you they will find you. And when they do, you will be making a living as a mechanic, like you did before. And you will be on a dart league, like you were before. And you will be a member of the Moose Club and you will order rose bulbs from a catalog and drink Mountain Dew and follow the New York Giants. All like you did before. And even though your name is now Kevin Loomis, you are the same person as before and if the police follow your profile they will find you and they will drag your sorry backside back to A-block.

    Why? Because as disciplined as you are you never changed your profile. You operated only according to the old files.

    Now, is this programming our personality? Well if it is then you need to alter it or you’re going back to prison. But what if this personality is stopping us from taking better care of our families or making more money? What if it’s stopping us from obtaining a more personal relationship with God or being just plain being happier? After all, this personality of ours didn’t come in a box. We built it with the brain we were given. It was whittled and formed by each experience and fear and belief and desire. A trillion tiny thoughts, a million tiny events chipped away and made us, us.

    We take the same route home from work. We sit in the same seats during lunch. We go to the same garage when our car doesn’t work and we order the same pizza on Saturday night. Is that our personality? Is that what makes us, us? Pizza and car repair?

    So what’s the moral of all this?

    It’s this.

    You are not what you drive or what you eat or the team you root for. You are not even how you have chosen to act for the last thirty or seventy years. The real you — and you may not even know who that really is yet — is much, much more.

    And it’s your job to find out who that is. And then once you know, dump the files you don’t like or need.

    And fill new ones.

  • Managing found-money

    Managing found-money

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    So here’s the scenario. You decide to play the lottery. You choose your numbers, pay your dollar and stick the ticket in your pocket. The next day, just for fun, you check the winning numbers and —-. Guess what? You won! A perfect match. Yes! You jump up and down, you check the numbers again and — yes! You won. So you race to the nearest lottery office — trying not to kill yourself or anyone else along the way — and run in with the winning ticket.

    You are escorted into the lottery offices. They verify the ticket and confirm that there was only one winning lottery ticket sold, which means that the entire lottery — let’s go with, twenty-five million dollars — is all yours. Every penny of it. Congratulations.

    So you are lead to a room and you try to control your heart rate as a photographer takes the standard lottery winner photographs: the ones with you smiling and holding your huge cardboard check that has your name, then a dollar sign followed by a 25 and six zeros. The caption under the photograph will read: John Q. Public, our latest 25 million dollar lottery winner.

    Then there are the interviews with the lottery people asking the normal lottery questions: What will you do with your twenty-five million dollars? How does it feel to now be worth twenty-five million dollars? Did you ever dream you would someday win twenty-five million dollars?

    And by the next day, the world will read about everything that you’re planning to do with your brand-new 25 million dollar pot. They will read that you are going to buy a new house for your sister and have one built for your mom. How you are going to pay your niece’s tuition to medical school and give a lot of the money to charity.

    And after the photographs are taken and the interviews are over, you move on to the good part. The best part. The time when they give you all that money. When they give you all that cash; your twenty-five million dollars!

    You fill out more paperwork and are escorted down the hall to a large conference room where your check is waiting. You sit while a smiling lottery man slides the check across a polished conference table. Your flip the check over to see your name and a check for — $834,000.

    You look up at the lottery man.

    “What’s this?” you ask.

    “That? Why, that’s your lottery check, sir.”

    “But,” You say confused. “I won twenty-five million dollars.”

    But the lottery man is ready for this. The lottery man has dealt with this confusion before.

    “Sir,” he says patiently. “You opted for the lottery payment option when you purchased the ticket. Which means that you will receive twenty-five million dollars over a twenty-year period. Which means that we have put twelve and a half million dollars in an annuity for you, which over the course of twenty years will double and will equal twenty-five million dollars. We have taken the taxes out for you and you will receive a check for this amount, on this same date, every year, for the next nineteen years. Congratulations.”

    You stand there and look at your check. Well, you have to admit, $834,000 is still a lot of money. A lot of money! More money than you have ever had at one time before and besides, you will receive a check like this for nineteen more years and by the end of it you will be worth — twenty-five million dollars!

    So you grab the check and head out of the office happy and excited.

    And soon the world will see you with that big paper check. The world will know that you won twenty-five million dollars. And soon you will start to believe that you do have twenty-five million dollars, or at least you soon will have that much. And suddenly your house is too small for a multimillionaire like yourself. Your car is too drab, your vacations too plain. Someone of your wealth needs to live a little. To share a little; to pay back the family and friends who were with you back before you weren’t so rich. And remember, you did promise to pay for your niece’s college and to build your mother a house. And those preapproved credit cards that are clogging up your mailbox can be put to use. It’s okay to charge a few things. Hey, it’s not like you don’t have the money, right? You’re rich now.

    And let’s not forget those friends and family. Friends and family that now feel—no, now believe—that they are entitled to a part of that twenty-five million. You don’t want to seem greedy. You don’t want to disappoint them.

    And then — four months before the next $834,000 check is set to be cut — you notice that things are getting a little financially tight. Hey, you quit your job months ago, remember? And the minimums on those credit cards are pretty high and then there’s the taxes on the three houses you now own and Suzie’s next tuition payment is due. But hey, you’ll weather the storm, right? Borrow a little to bridge the four months until your next check comes in. It’s okay. You’re a millionaire. It’s not like you don’t have the money. It’s not like you’re not rich.

    But here’s the rub. You’re not rich. You don’t have the money. You’re not even a millionaire. You’re an eight hundred thirty-four thousandaire. You’re the same as that executive who earns that same amount every year, only he has one advantage over you. He knows he’s not rich. The world knows he’s not rich. But you have been lied to and now believe that you are rich. You and your family and your friends and the strangers at restaurants who think that asking you to pick up their dinner tab is normal because you got so lucky with the lottery and all—everyone believes you are rich.

    Evelyn Adams, who not only won the New Jersey lottery but won it twice for 5.5 million, now lives in a trailer.

    Suzanne Mullins won 4 million and is now broke and in debt. Abraham Shakespeare won 30 million and was murdered. Michael Carroll won 14 million and spent it on call girls. ‪Jack Whittaker won 314 million, was robbed, had a murder attempt against him and ended up bankrupt. Billie Bob Harrell won 31 million, was broke in less than two years and committed suicide. And you can go on and on and on.

    The National Endowment for Financial Education estimates that 70 percent of people who suddenly receive a large sum of money, will lose it within two years.

    And that’s the depressing news. The good news is that at some time in your life — through hard work, good timing or simple dumb luck — you will experience at least one  financial windfall. Maybe not a lottery win, but a windfall.

    As you are moving along in life, as the pace is steady and calm, pow, an unexpected lever will be turned and money will fall into your lap. This could be through an inheritance, your industry could be poised on a temporary position in the market, you could be the beneficiary of a life insurance policy or a law suit, whatever. It’s an absolute certainty that at some unknown time an unforeseen spike will occur and you will be sitting on an unexpected fat check.

    And depending on your station in life, this could be for a few thousand dollars or one of those with many zeros. But it is a certainty that at least once, you will experience found money.

    Now the bad news is that because this money occurs quickly, because found money has a different value in our psyche than earned income, because of the emotions attached and because of the pressure put on you from others, you will make a lot of mistakes. Many, many, many, mistakes. And it’s of very higher probability — 70% — that you will blow that money. In fact, it’s entirely possible that when the money is gone you could be financially worse off than before you received it.

    The main reason for this is that we believe that that money can solve most of our problems. If we just had more money, the troubles would be over and when that money comes in suddenly it’s easy to ignore other issues.

    RULES FOR FOUND MONEY

    1. Don’t do anything for one year. Money is a very emotional entity and it’s extremely difficult to make clear decisions when there is so much excitement involved. So don’t do anything with it for a year — one solid year. Stick the money in a savings account, hide the bank book and let it sit for twelve months. Now, the only exception to this is paying off some debt but even that is questionable. You need to allow time pass to think — and this will give you an out later on when you need it because …

    2. Your friends and family are not financial advisors. You are going to need some sound advice, absolutely, and that means professionals. Depending on the amount of money you receive will determine how many of your friends and family are willing to help you make decisions. And because you trust them as people you can trust them with your money, right? No. You need to have advice from professionals who have no emotional ties to you. And — if family and friends put apply pressure on you for loans, you can state that the money is all locked up and you can’t do anything with it for a year. And then give them your advisors name to contact.

    3. Don’t buy a house. Yeah, we covered this in the first area, but I’ll say it again. Don’t do anything for a year. People who come into a windfall will typically buy a new house quickly. And you really don’t want to do that before taking the time to think about the consequences — and then there is everything that comes with a new house; taxes, fees, decorators, furniture, taxes, insurance, even utility costs are greater. So don’t do it.

    4. No loans. And don’t be so quick to make new friends. Once you make money, everyone will approach you about new investments, ways to triple that money quickly, or sad stories of funds needed quickly.

    5. Stay healthy. Since money is so important to us — especially to those who didn’t have it before — we tend to think it can fix anything. Many people that come into money neglect their health. You need to stay healthy and strong.

    6. Keep moving on. As much as possible keep your life as close to it was before the windfall. Stay the course, keep plodding ahead and keep moving forward.

  • Debt Think

    Debt Think

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    At one time, it went like this:

    Something catastrophic occurred — a crop failed, there was a fire, a death, a flood or some unplanned event took place in a person’s life that they were not prepared for. So new priorities would arise. How will this person put food on the table? How will they repair that building, replace that income, or even have a roof over their head?

    This individual would go through all their many options — what can be sold, what can they do without, what extra work can be found, what sacrifices can be made? And after painstakingly going through every single possibility, every potential solution, they may arrive at the very end of the list. The last resort. And with heavy heart and humbled head, they would go to a person that lent money and they would borrow. They would agree to go into debt bondage until the money was paid back, and with interest.

    And once a loan was taken, this person would work hard, they would sometimes go without basic life necessities, perhaps not even eating if it meant the difference between paying this loan back or not. If it meant being free again. If it meant getting back to the way life should be.

    And if something even worse happened so that they could not pay this debt back — if something occurred where they could not earn the money to repay the lender — then they would be imprisoned. After all, they had gone into debt bondage and they now belonged to the debtor — and they would remain there until their family and friends could repay the loan. Until their debt could be paid back in full. Until they would no longer remain the collateral for that debt.

    That’s how debt used to be seen.

    Here is a modern day example:

    Let’s say you take out a car loan and are about to make your last payment. This last $350 means that the car is now yours. You make the payment and the loan is fulfilled. The car is now completely paid for.

    The next month you are excited because you now have an extra $350. You have found money. It’s like getting a raise. And for the first few months you enjoy the found money and just blow it, until it quickly gets absorbed into something else, or your decide it’s time to trade in the car for something newer.

    That’s debt think. In reality, you don’t have an extra $350. You have the same $350 that no longer has to be turned over towards your debt bondage.

    Debt think is when it becomes normal to have debt, and it’s strange when you don’t.

    And when you first bought the car and friends and family asked what you paid for it, what was the answer? $30,000? That’s debt think too, because when the loan is completely paid for you will have actually forked over $50,000 for the car. That’s the real cost.

    Debt think is when we celebrate because we got a boat loan — not a boat. We get to revel in the debt bondage of something we hope to someday own and get high on the temporary illusion of owning something. We didn’t work for it yet. We didn’t sacrifice for it — we may not even really want it. We just agreed to go into bondage for it.

    Debt think is signing that student loan agreement and being so excited because you don’t have to make a single payment until 6 months after you graduate. What you didn’t realize, because you didn’t read the fine print, is that the interest starts the minute we sign the paper — actually, most student loans take decades to pay just the interest off before the principle is even touched. Debt think let’s us see only the small, $50 monthly payment, without thinking about what the loan actually costs us.

    Debt think sees in monthly payments. Debt think sees how fast something can be turned around. Debt think sees the power of borrowing and not the slavery of it. It’s buying into the sexy, slick way that stuff is supposed to makes us feel about ourselves and our lives.

    Hey, not that credit is bad. It’s not. Using other people’s money can be the smartest thing you can do, if done right.

    But debt think is a lie. It is a trick and an illusion.

    If you have to go into bondage, do it. But don’t celebrate the bondage. Get free, and celebrate that.

  • REVIEW: The Anchor Bar, Home of the Original Chicken Wing

    REVIEW: The Anchor Bar, Home of the Original Chicken Wing

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    Dover, Delaware — the smack-dab center of The First State — is a small city of about 40,000 people. It’s the capital of Delaware, the home of the monster mile NASCAR track, and is part of the Delmarva Peninsula — a massive stalactite of land that hangs down between the Delaware Bay and the Atlantic Ocean.

    Now, if you have ever have the chance to visit our fair town, you’ll be able to see all of it pretty quickly — visit the nearby beaches, take pictures of the track, walk through the historical sites. Those are fine and dandy, but what truly makes Dover great are the subtle cultural differences of our city.

    For example, the law that requires a driver to pull over when an ambulance, fire truck, or police car have their sirens and lights on, doesn’t apply here — I mean, the law does apply, but it’s a silly law and no one knows about it. In fact, if you are ever in Dover and do see an emergency response vehicle behind you  — sirens flashing and horn whaling — just do what we do. Bear down and protect your road space — that obnoxious truck can go around you if he’s in such a gosh darn hurry.

    Because in Dover, we have our own way of doing things. For example, we never say goodbye. In fact, we don’t ever end a conversation at all. Let’s say you run into someone you know in a store or on the street. You’ll stop. Say hello. Talk for a while. And then, when the conversation is slowing down — this is the part where you other people say, talk to you soon, or see you later — we just walk away. Then months later, when we run into that person again, we can start the conversation right where we left it.

    And because Dover is a military town, if you are ever at a Little League game or a Caesar Rodney Basketball or Football game, you will experience a reverence during the national anthem like you have never seen. Once the sound of the swoosh of hats being pulled off is over, the silence that will fall will simply hold you.

    But one of the great paradoxes of Dover life involves the food. It’s…well…it’s bad. No that’s a lie, it’s gawd-awful. But this actually turns out to be a good and a bad thing. It’s a bad thing that it’s so terrible. But it’s a good thing because no one knows it.

    We have very few independent restaurants in Dover, and we have every franchise that’s ever been in existence. It’s all we know and it’s all we compare to. Is the pesto grilled chicken at Olive Garden better than the pesto grilled chicken at Applebee’s? Hmmm?

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    Which brings us to the chicken wing. Many people believe that a chicken wing — simply a wing, deep fried and covered with sauce — is a chicken wing. Many people believe that these are easy to make and hard to screw up. They’re all the same, right? Worse yet, people even believe that wings at Buffalo Wild Wings, Hooters, or TGI Fridays are real wings.

    Well, I’m here to tell you that these people are wrong — and probably communists.

    If you have never been to a little independent bar or restaurant — and this is where the magic happens, a place where the kitchen can be creative and not follow a franchise recipe — and you have never tasted a great chicken wing then it’s easy to think this. Sure, there is some comfort in not knowing. But, you have a hole in your life that needs to be filled.

    When I was twelve years old I got glasses for the first times. I was sitting in my mother’s car after the doctor’s appointment and I put the glasses on. I can still tell you — forty years later — how my world went from fuzzy and foggy to crisp and in Technicolor in seconds. Pow. But before this moment, I never knew the world was like this. I didn’t know what I was missing. It’s the same with a great chicken wing. Your world will never be the same.

    The history of the chicken wing began on a Friday night in 1964 in a place called The Anchor Bar in Buffalo, NY. Now the story is a little unclear of whether Dominic Bellissimo — the son of the owner, Teressa Bellissimo — was returning from college that night or was actually working the bar. But what is known is that when Dominic’s friends got there, they were all very hungry. So Dominic asked his mother to cook them something. Teressa went into the kitchen and found some chicken wings that were there to make stock. She deep fried them, covered them with a hot sauce mixture, and served them. They were a hit, and Buffalo chicken wings were born. (No, the name has nothing to do with the endangered, horned animal of the great plains.)

    And now, fifty years later, you can have Buffalo wing potato chips and Buffalo wing pizza.

    So the question is, does the birthplace of the chicken wing make the best chicken wing?

    The answer is yes. Yes it does.

    And no.

    Being brought up in upstate New York I have had some great chicken wings in my life, made by some great chicken wing masters. And I will tell you that the wings at The Anchor Bar — the original site on Main Street in Buffalo — are absolutely the best I’ve ever had. Bar none.

    They are crispy, but moist. Flavorful and rich. And the sauce…all I can say is wow.

    Yes, The Anchor Bar makes the best wing.

    But, big stipulation here, only at their original location.

    Recently, The Anchor Bar has expanded and now has several locations; at the Buffalo Airport and other locales across Western New York. I’ve eaten at a few of them and the magic is just not there.

    Now if you travel to Buffalo, you will hear some smack about a place called Duff’s and there is a pretty heated rivalry between Duff’s and The Anchor Bar for the best Buffalo chicken wing. So, I’ve eaten at both and my vote goes to The Anchor Bar, hands down. The sauce at Duff’s is hotter — and I always order my wings suicide-style — but making a sauce hot is not a difficult trick since there are so many pepper extracts on the market.

    So the best chicken wing in the country — and possibly the world — goes to The Anchor Bar.

  • How to use a chainsaw

    How to use a chainsaw

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    Well, yeah, it can rip your arm off, sure. And yes, it’s true that with the chain rotating at 60 miles per hour it’s the equivalent of holding a small car engine in your hands. Yes. This is also true. And there is the risk of flying pieces of wood and of the saw bucking and on you and — well, I haven’t even got to the series of films set in Texas.

    Yes, there are many, many cautious warnings to be said about chainsaws. Chainsaws are powerful, formidable pieces of equipment which is part of the reason that logging tops the list of the most dangerous careers.

    TOP 5 MOST DANGEROUS PROFESSIONS:

    1. Logger

    2. Professional Fisherman or Shrimper

    3. Pilot

    4. Garbage Men

    5. Truck drivers and route salespeople

    But there is something very interesting about that list. First, logging as a dangerous industry is only partly due to the chainsaws and other equipment and also due to the twenty-ton tree that has to fall just right — as well as the need to climb high trees and cut limbs. But what’s even more interesting is that if you look at the people who are logging and cutting down trees for a living, the majority of them are doing it by choice. In fact, many of these loggers are highly educated people that take a season off and work in the woods for something different. Whereas the majority of folks that work in the fishing industry will tell you that if they could find something as lucrative close by that was less dangerous, they would probably take it.

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    In fact, we have a friend of ours, Adam, who completed law school and passed the bar exam four years ago. He paid for law school by cutting down trees and is still doing it full time today. When my wife asks him when he is going to start practicing law, he’ll just smile and say, “I’ll get to it.”

    As adventurous as boats and the open waters are, there is something to be said about the lure of man and the woods.

    So, if you’ve never used a chainsaw before, here is one good reason to consider it.

    Money.

    Although I’m not advocating taking on a large tree removal project on your own instead of paying a professional — absolutely not — but from a purely financial viewpoint it’s hard to argue that the cost of even a small tree project could pay for three chainsaws.

    Also, if you burn wood, there is no shortage of free wood around. Take a look on craigslist and there are many posts on wood that is free to whoever will pick it up and hall it away — and then cut it up and split it. And neighbors and friends are always having trees removed and are eager for someone to use the wood.

    And if you’re looking for a little side business, there is money to be made for those who are willing to take wood, split it, season it and deliver it.

    With a few exceptions, the majority of the firewood we use is free. In fact, I can easily justify using our fireplace instead of investing in a woodstove or insert because even though the fireplace is only 30% efficient — with the majority of heat going up the stack — the fuel is free so it doesn’t matter.

    Now, there are a few rules in choosing a chainsaw and the first is that an electric model doesn’t count — getting an electric chainsaw is like getting an electric lawn mower and that’s just silly. Anything you can cut with an electric chain saw you can do yourself with a six-dollar bowsaw just as quickly. And then there is the cord, and if you have to use multiple cords because of distance the current draw will be significantly weaker, so —. No. Get a gas powered chainsaw.

    But with that said, get a model you are comfortable handling and using. Don’t get the Paul Bunyam 9000 just because it looks cooler. If it’s too heavy to hold it’s going to be too heavy to control. In fact, before you choose a chainsaw, borrow or rent one instead. Get an idea of the size and blade configuration you are comfortable using.

    And FYI, for a beginner, a bar type blade is more practical than a bow blade.

    HOW TO USE A CHAINSAW.

    1. Survey the area where you are going to work. Is it large enough? Are there obstructions, nearby cars and buildings, or things you can trip over? Is there a path to move way if there are falling limbs or debris?

    2. Understand the vernacular.

    Felling — the act of cutting down a tree.

    Limbing — removing limbs from the tree before it’s felled.

    Trimming — cutting back or taking off branches on a limb.

    Bucking —- cutting the trunk of the tree into usable pieces.

    3. Fill the gas tank with the correct fuel — typically this is one gallon of gasoline to 5 ounces of two cycle oil — the equivalent of what you put in your string trimmer.

    4. Understand the kickback zone. The tip upper corner of the chainsaw is known as the kickback zone. If the kickback zone comes in contact with something while the chain is moving, the saw will kick up and back toward you — that’s why modern chain saws are equipped with a chain brake designed to stop the chain if a kickback happens. You want to always cut from the bottom of the bar and avoid the top because with the spinning chain the majority of injuries occur when using this part of the blade. In fact, cutting with the bottom of the bar is the most smooth and natural way to cut and the easiest way to maintain a grip.

    5. Get your protective gear on. A helmet with a face screen is not a bad idea but the required gear would be steel-toed boots, thick leather gloves, ear protection, safety glasses, and long pants —  logging chaps if you have them.

    6. Start the saw. With the saw sitting on the ground, put the toe of your right boot into the back handle loop and grasp the front handle with a stiff left arm. Pull the starter handle to fire up the engine. Push in the choke and take it off fast idle, then pull the chain brake back toward the front handle to release the chain brake for cutting.

    7. Take the saw for a spin. Get the feel of it. Cut only when you are in a comfortable, well-balanced position with your feet about shoulder-width apart. Stand to one side of the saw, never directly behind it.

     RULES OF THE ROAD: 

    •Keep the chain sharp. A dull chain is unsafe, hard on both the bar and chain, and it overworks you and your saw.

    •Understand the bar’s kickback zone and avoid getting into kickback situations.

    •Never cut above shoulder height.

    •Work on the uphill side of trees so they’ll roll away from you instead of over you.

    •Whenever you aren’t cutting, the brake should be in the locked position.

    •Start all cuts with a full throttle before touching the wood.

    •Avoid touching the ground with the chain because even a brief encounter will severely dull the cutting teeth.

  • Riley the Dog

    Riley the Dog

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    There are a few things in my household that I have complete veto power over — not many, but there are a handful. For example, when my wife and children wanted pets, I said no. I felt bad about it, but the answer was no. I did not want us to be one of those pet-houses.

    Now, don’t get me wrong, pets are great; cute, fun, entertaining — I get it. But having animals means being tied down; constantly running home and feeding them, or letting them out or exercising them. I wanted us to be able to travel and move around freely without having to be animal caretakers.

    So I said no. No pets.

    And to their credit, my family reacted in a way that made me proud. There were no complaints from Debbie and no tears from the kids. They took it extremely well.

    And one morning — this would have been about three years later — I was feeding the cats when Debbie and the kids said that they wanted a dog.

    What? A dog? No absolutely not. No dogs.

    And they took it well.

    Then then, about three years later, they asked for another dog? Absolutely not. We already had a dog.

    But they said a new dog would be a companion to Abby, our Golden Retriever. And, they added that a second dog is not much more work than a first dog. And once again, I pulled out that veto power and said no. Sorry, but no. We would not be a house with two dogs — who has two dogs anyway? That’s like having two swimming pools or two basements. Why would you have more than one?

    And five years later, after Murphy died, we were back to only one dog, so…

    Well, you get the picture.

    We got Riley about six months ago.

    Now the difference between Riley and the other dogs we’ve had — two Golden Retrievers and a Basset Hound — is that Riley is a mixed breed dog.

    After having had three purebreds, I have realized that all breeds are bred to do something — to hunt, to point, to herd, to show, to…something. And that DNA is telling them to herd, to protect, to point — first. Then, if they have some free time, they can be a pet.

    Now, many breeds make excellent pets — it says so right in the book — but some are first and foremost bred to do something else.

    Not that purebred dogs aren’t great. They are. But I prefer my mutt.

    When you take out that breeding — rip out the generations of DNA that force a dog to react a certain way or be on the lookout for a specific action, and strip the dog down to its basic structure — you let the dog just be a dog.

    And when you get to be just a dog, you have the opportunity to see the world through a regular ol’ dog’s eyes. And frankly, they have it all figured out. Riley has it all figured out.

    So here is what Riley has to tell you about life.

    1. Where you are, is the place to be.

    Riley doesn’t wonder if there is something better upstairs or around the corner. All he knows is that right here, right now, is where it’s at. This is the center of the universe and where he’s happy and grateful. He doesn’t regret or second guess. This moment, this time, is the best time that there is, or will ever be.

    2. All memories are good memories.

    Riley doesn’t mentally file away the times you bumped his nose when walking past him in the middle of the kitchen. He forgot how Abby got three more dog biscuits than he did and he has no clue that you could have walked him an hour earlier on Sunday but chose not to. Riley doesn’t know how to keep memories like this or what to do with them even if he did. He doesn’t understand what envy or jealousy or bitterness is and if he did, he would abandon it. It would bore him.

     3. As great as life is, there is always room for new people.

    Riley loves the people around him and is content with just them, forever. But when a new person enters his life he reacts as if it was the first person he ever met. Riley doesn’t treat his tenth friend less than his first friend. Everyone who enters his world is amazing, valuable, and worth getting to know. And he does not respond to people based on how they respond to him. He doesn’t care. He focuses on them, regardless of what they think about him.

    That’s what Riley wanted me to tell you.

  • How to choose a cologne

    How to choose a cologne

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    Okay, here are a few quick math paradoxes.

    Let’s take a poll. Ask a small group of people — let’s pick an easy number, let’s say ten — what they think of McDonalds.

    Your results will most likely be that eight of those ten will tell you that they never, ever, go to McDonalds — no way. Absolutely not. Gross. And the other two will say they go rarely — once or twice a year, tops.

    Yet McDonalds sells 75 hamburgers every second.

    So your friends are lying

    The same rule applies for cologne. Ask a group of ten men if they wear cologne and you’ll see the same results. Oh, they’ll tell you that they have a bottle, somewhere — I’m not really sure, I never use it — yet Americans spend one billion dollars a year — a slight exaggeration, the real number is 978 Million — on men’s cologne. So either your friends are getting buckets of the stuff as gifts that they are throwing away, or they are also lying.

    It’s very common for men to remain in the closet regarding cologne and the main reason for this is that we have been exposed to years of cologne abuse. Men have long used cologne s a substitute for personal hygiene and when we didn’t have time for a shower we would toss a thick coat of Aqua Velva on to hide the funk — and we all have memories of that uncle in the polyester sports jacket that put on a pint of two dollar cologne before he headed out for the day.

    But the fact is that scent is an extremely powerful trigger. Animals know this and so do we. A pleasant scent can alter a mood and a bad scent can alter it even faster.

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    Choosing a cologne you like — the industry jargon for this is finding your signature scent — is as important as buying that one good watch or knowing how to tie a Windsor-knot necktie.

    SO WHAT IS COLOGNE?

    The term cologne refers to the strength of the perfume. Now, there are colognes for women, but women usually prefer a stronger scent or perfume rather than cologne. So the weaker scent — the cologne strength — usually refers to the product for men.

    The fragrant strengths of colognes are …

         Eau de cologne — contains up to 5 % perfume oil.

         Eau de toilette — 4 to 8% perfume oil.

         Aftershave — up to 2% perfume oil.

    TYPES OF COLOGNE SCENTS:

    The typical cologne scents are …

         Floral — This is largely seen more in perfumes than colognes, but there are a few colognes that can be categorized as floral.

         Fruit.  

         Chypre — this describes earthy or woodsy scents

         Fougere — grassy or herbal.

         Aquatic — — light and airy.

    HOW TO CHOOSE A COLOGNE.

    1. Budget. Unfortunately, in order to get decent cologne you’re going to be anywhere in the $75 to $150 range. This may seem high but with a quality cologne you are actually going to use very little at a time and it will last. Don’t waste your money on ultra cheap colognes or clones — my younger son once bought a bottle of cologne from The Dollar Tree and we received an environmental dumping fine from the EPA. Nasty stuff. And on the other end, most cologne experts will advise colognes over $200 are not a good purchase.

    2. Shop alone. Choosing a cologne is not something you do with your girlfriend, your wife or a couple of guys from the office during lunch. There are too many outside influences. Go alone.

    3. Choose based on you. This may sound a little touchee-feellee but you want to find a cologne that smells like you, not one that you want to smell like. You are not a sailor or a lumberjack. You’ve never played poker on a paddle boat and you don’t own skis. Chose a scent you like, not what you think others will like to smell on you.

     4. Say no to the spritzers. The salesgirl at Macy’s will tell you that colognes smell different on your body. She’s lying. Have them spray it on test strips and smell it from there.

  • How to sharpen a knife

    How to sharpen a knife

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    When I was twelve years old, on my birthday, I received my very first pocket knife. It was a gift from my father and it was amazing. It was a Boy Scout knife that had two blades, a can opener and a screwdriver that hurt your thumbnail when you tried to open it — I can still feel the black faux wood handle and the blade as it bit into a stick or a piece of wood.

    Years later, I can only remember two gifts that my dad ever gave me — even though I’m sure there were more. One was the grey tweed overcoat he had tailored for me when I turned 21 — which I still have but can no longer fit into — and the other was the pocket knife I got when I turned twelve — which I no longer have, but wish that I did.

    This pocket knife tradition continued with my two sons and upon each of their twelfth birthdays they received their very first pocket knife from me. And my youngest son kept my tradition going by losing his six months later.

    Pocket knives have been carried by men for a hundred years or more. However this practice was stilted somewhat by the events of 9/11. With stricter restrictions on security and safety, knives were no longer allowed on flights, government building and other institutions and many men who normally carried a pocket knife, stopped in order to be compliant with the new rules.

    However there are no states that forbid pocket knives.

    See the State Knife Laws — http://http://pweb.netcom.com/~brlevine/sta-law.htm#A-H

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    In fact, a ‘knife’ and a ‘pocket knife’ — a folding knife with a blade less than 3” — are in two completely separate categories.

    Now, you’re not going to get your pocket knife on an airplane as carry on — but you can throw it in your bag that you’re checking without a problem at all — any certain federal buildings may not allow it, but anywhere else you not breaking any laws by carrying one.

    Pocket knives are a great handy tool to have and you have a right to carry one if your wish.

    HOW TO SHARPEN A KNIFE.

    For here, we’re going to discuss sharpening a knife using a wet stone. Now there are many other ways to sharpen a knife and even more new gadget-ee devices — those that you can cut a tomato and then a nail — and I’ve tried a few of them and there is nothing better than an old fashioned wet stone.

    1. Get a wet stone. These are also called whetstones because the word whet means to sharpen and you can get one at any hardware store, department store or you flea market.

    2. Soak the stone. Sharpening creates heat. Too much heat and it can warp your blade which is why you should never sharpen your knife on a grinding wheel. Also, wet stones are very porous and in order to keep the filings from the blade of filling the holes of the stones you need to create a liquid coating on the surface. You can do this by soaking the stone in water for twenty minutes, or you can use mineral oil or a light dish soap/water mixture.

    3. Identify the bevel angle. This sounds more complicated than it really is and all it means is that the blade of every knife is angled differently. Most pocket knives have a 30 degree bevel angle, whereas kitchen knives and others may be different. So all this means is, match the angle of the blade with the angle you are lifting the knife up to sharpen it. You want to sharpen the very end of the kinife, not grind down the steel around it.

    4. Sharpen first side of the knife. Position the knife at the bevel angle and pull the blade back; glide the knife along the stone. Gently, slowly pulling the blade back against the stone. Sweep the knife down and off the end of the whetstone. Repeat about a dozen times or so.

    5. Repeat on the other side.

    6. Test the blade. You can do this by slicing rhough a sheet of paper — a sharp blade should glide right through — or run it rough side along your thumb — NOT blade side down, but holding the blade horizontally, run the blade across your thumb. The rougher the blade is against your thumb, the sharper it is going across.