Every time I go fishing I pass a cute little antique shop, but never stop because it's usually closed or I'm in a rush to beat breakfast time. Today however I noticed that they advertise knives bought and sold. Feeling that to be a good sign I stopped in and asked if she had any straights. She said no, and my heart sunk a little, so I asked if she regularly carries them. She said yes and my heart soared. Then she said that while she does usually carry them her husband is a retired barber and keeps almost every one that comes in. He apparently has in the neighborhood of a thousand and doesn't let them go, ever. My heart is a little broken and I feel so disillusioned I just may cry. Maybe not that much but close to it. Just felt like sharing my pain, they say it's good to talk about it.