Tuesday, January 02, 2007

The Pen is Mightier Than the Pocketknife

Bob Battle—then a young newspaper reporter—remembers hiding in Nashville's City Cemetery one night in the mid-1950s, waiting for vandals to arrive.

I only had a big Boker pocketknife on me — no guns and nothing else to protect me. I didn't even own a pistol, much less know how to fire one at a "target."

But I squeezed that knife as if it had been a loaded revolver!
Suddenly, there was movement nearby!

Sticking my head around the monument, I yelled, "You come one step closer and I'll shoot to kill. This thing in my hand is loaded for BEAR!"

Oh, my voice was trembling. What a liar I was! Could the vandal tell? I wondered. [Link]

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