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It was one of those things, a rare find, packed away in a box my parents had carried from Woody Creek and kept in storage for umpteen years. At one time, there were many such boxes of valuable books, of photographs, rare awards and blue ribbons, the kind of stuff no one wants to throw away.<\/p>\n
Tragedy struck in the form of a flood, the result of heavy rain over a period of days, seeping through the concrete walls, a window and sneaking up on the unaware, creating havoc, covering the basement where my dad had kept much of that material stashed.<\/p>\n
Ruined were most of the books, photographs and important historical papers. This was all material important to the legacy of our family, and to the history of Aspen and Woody Creek, but as the song says, c\u2019est la vie.<\/p>\n
My parents died, I inherited what remained of said cache, and bumbling through some of it one day, came across a priceless item \u2014 a kitchen knife from days gone by. Oh, it wasn\u2019t much to look at, not like some stainless-steel blade with a gem-encrusted handle. Nor was it one of those bulky kitchen knives that seems to be found on most kitchen counters, stuffed into a holder of some type, kind of like King Arthur\u2019s Excalibur.<\/p>\n
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