There are no sporks in Cuenca.

[Peregrinator]

And I found exactly five swords, but they were all either crap or overpriced or both. One of them, the sword cane, was a really nice piece once, but was falling apart now. It had the only really good blade I've yet seen on a sword cane. Shame.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

How ironic. It's like ten thousand knives when all you need is a spork.

 

[Fala]

I'da just sucked the spaghetti, face down in the plate until they brought me a spork.

...and I wouldn't have tipped them generously.

 

[neci]

the schools around here use sporks. two utensils in one. how much do you think that saves the state?

 

[snugglestruggle]

It won't be long before sporks go the way of scissors with rounded ends.

 

[Minalick]

Silly thing.

 

[dolf]

you could have made a sport. whittled one from your own shinbone if need be. I shall not forgive this neglect easily.

 

[SuprSalor]

the schools around here use sporks. two utensils in one. how much do you think that saves the state?

Libertarianism run amuck.

 

[Fala]

oops! I was mistaken on the location of "Cuenca", thus, my comment about spaghetti.

Ok...this makes more sense now. Haven't they heard of Taco Bell?

 

[Fala]

We do have experience with swords here; But not from your region. My Grandfather, back in the war, was stationed on the isle of Truk, when the defeated Japanese were taken there.

He was tasked with taking the arms from the Japanese. His story was that a Japanese Captain? Not sure of his title, but, the man bowed to my Grandfather and laid his sword at his feet.

My Grandfather, as reported, made sure this man was fed well during his captivity. Granddad also brought his sword home. It's in our closet here now. There is a hidden compartment in it with a small rolled up paper with writing on it.

I believe it is the name and family he belonged to back home. Husband travels to Japan every few years. He intends to find this soldier's family and deliver the sword to the family. Husband speaks and writes Japanese, so this helps.

Granddad passed away many years ago. He was born in 1912.

 

[Fala]

How ironic. It's like ten thousand knives when all you need is a spork.

Isn't this a line out of an Alanis Morissette song?

ms_ann_thrope....you are one of the funniest fucking people I've ever seen on here.

Hang around....please.

 

[Peregrinator]

you could have made a sport. whittled one from your own shinbone if need be. I shall not forgive this neglect easily.

Neglect begets neglect, lover.

We do have experience with swords here; But not from your region. My Grandfather, back in the war, was stationed on the isle of Truk, when the defeated Japanese were taken there.

He was tasked with taking the arms from the Japanese. His story was that a Japanese Captain? Not sure of his title, but, the man bowed to my Grandfather and laid his sword at his feet.

My Grandfather, as reported, made sure this man was fed well during his captivity. Granddad also brought his sword home. It's in our closet here now. There is a hidden compartment in it with a small rolled up paper with writing on it.

I believe it is the name and family he belonged to back home. Husband travels to Japan every few years. He intends to find this soldier's family and deliver the sword to the family. Husband speaks and writes Japanese, so this helps.

Granddad passed away many years ago. He was born in 1912.

Oh, please, pretty please, may I see some pictures of this immensely interesting relic?

If you sight down the blade along the ridge between the sharp edge and the spine, you can see if the line looks like it's perfectly straight, following the curve of the blade (which I realize involves being both straight and curved, but you know what I mean) or if it has occasional imperfections, is sort of not perfect. This is one way to know whether the blade is hand made or not. Machines make perfect lines. That sword could be really valuable. Some of the WWII blades were historical pieces, though the Japanese also issued a lot of machine-made ones. Either way, really cool story, and I hope the family is duly appreciative when hubby gets it back to them.

 

[dolf]

Neglect begets neglect, lover.

you started it. I replied last. that makes you the poopyhead.

 

[Noor]

uh huh