What a bright and cheerful daybreak here in Camp J country. My Easter finery is laid out for dinner with the C family, but at the moment I look more like a cobbler and smell quite like his work shop.
It just seemed like a nice morning to finish a small project. You've seen the renewed blade, salvaged from a USMC KaBar which appeared to have been discarded on Guadalcanal in the autumn of 1942 and dug up during the last Bush Administration. But the sheath -- a Jedidiah Smith pattern :) -- got its final dose of neatsfoot oil this morning. It awaits delivery to an exceptional young man.