As teenagers my one friend and I were a little bit strange (actually we still are) in that we came up with a monthly holiday known as “Stabbage Day” to celebrate her growing collection of stolen restaurant knives (mostly collected at the various ‘Golden’ establishments across Chicago). It was always on the eleventh, so ironically, years later September 11th became the ultimate in stabbage. We had psychic abilities, I guess. Anyway, I’m glad we never found ourselves in Sevierville, Tennessee, home of the National Knife Museum. That would’ve been too much. One visitor describes the place as a “museum inside a gift shop rather than a gift shop in a museum”, but don’t worry, lots and lots of knives are available for both viewing and purchase. And please, whatever you do…don’t bring the kids. Thanks.