If you’re over the age of 35 it’s likely that your first pocket knife was some kind of Swiss Army Knife. Most of us got the Victorinox Spartan (sorry all you Wenger kids) because it’s what our dad’s carried. It was a symbol that you were old enough to be trusted with something sharp; for me it made me feel like a “real man.” Suddenly I had something with two(!) blades, two flathead screwdrivers, a can opener, a corkscrew(?) and an awl. I walked around with a sense of independ
