journal entry:
Holden has always loved knives. Much to the horror of everyone. Standing on top of a pile of ready-to-spread-around-the-yard-mulch, he found a piece of wood that was soft and hadn’t been chopped small. He said it was perfect. This photograph, and those which follow, made me wonder if it was possible to use a pocket knife without putting your tongue in your cheek? What is it about tongues that makes them participate in so many tasks?
The next question will be:
“How long can a boy who loves pocket knives carve things without needing stitches?”
Time will tell.
