Tribute to Dad

Acrylic and oil

Wherever my father went he would have a pocket knife in his pocket. The pocket knife came in handy. It was good for cleaning fingernails, removing slivers and cutting apples. It was magically sterilized by swiping it on his pants to clean it off. I think Dad could have survived in the wild for three weeks with a pocket knife, a bandaid, a piece of string and an apple.