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I picked up
this "Toad Sticker" in Barcelona during our last in-port (Nov 1966) before
heading back to Hoboken USA for overhaul. Believe it or not, this was the
mid sized model. The large one wouldn't fit the inside pocket of my suit
jacket so I bought the largest one that would.
Back in 1995 I was
in Cleveland Ohio to do some research at the Cuyahoga County courthouse in
downtown Cleveland. Before I could get in I had to empty my pockets into a
tray a la airport check-in. As I was dumping all my metal objects into the
tray the guard assisting me went ballistic. You would have "thunk" I was the
Mad Bomber carrying a Suitcase Nuke. I couldn't figure out what all the
commotion was about until the head deputy sheriff came over and asked what I
was doing with all the weaponry. I didn't know what he was talking about as
all I had was a pocketknife with a folded three and a half inch blade, a
pair of handcuffs and some 9mm ammo but no gun, (I left it in the car). I
darn near went to jail that afternoon. It seems that in Cleveland the
longest blade you can legally carry is about one half inch. I don't know
what they do in Cleveland's Steak Houses; maybe they chop the meat for you.
The deputies confiscated all my “gadgets” and then let me in to do my
research. Can you imagine what they would have done had I been carrying the
knife from Barcelona, I’d probably still be residing in one of Ohio’s
‘Gray-Bar Hotels”. When I left the courthouse a deputy followed
me everywhere I went in downtown Cleveland. I took him to places he probably
didn’t know existed. Hopefully he absorbed a modicum of culture during our
“travels”. I did manage to
retrieve my “stuff” before I left Ohio thanks to my good friend, Sam Messina
who was a high-ranking Ohio Peace officer at the time. Sam was a great
friend; we played Little League together, went to High School together, and
worked together after high school. Sam’s gone now, but not forgotten. The
moral to this story is: Don't carry a knife in Cleveland, only dirt bags are
afforded that “privilege”. I wonder where the term “Mistake on the Lake”
came from.
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