The Collector

Crumby wonders,  How many terminally ill collectors are out there?  Does the prospect of imminent demise cure the collector's addiction?  After all, you can't take it with you.  Or can you?  Has anyone ever been buried with his Swiss Army knife collection?

After swearing off the State Surplus Store for good, Crumby went back anyway.  He didn't need to paw around long in the $5 bin before he found this, a Wenger backpacker.  This particular backpacker had what Crumby thought was dried shellac spilled on the scales.  Plus, the bottle opener and can opener refused to open.  Nevertheless, Crumby felt like the locking main blade and clip point alone were worth $5.

Turns out, what Crumby thought was shellac, was something more water soluble, like syrup.  It washed off in soap and water.  After the knife dried, Crumby sprayed it with WD 40, working the stuck tools industriously.  Then he washed that off in soap and hot water.  Then he oiled all the tools.  Here is the result.

Crumby really likes it when knives have their names printed prominently.  Too bad there's no date.