Tom Militano
KNIFE MAKER
There I was, minding my own business in the shop, working on a handle. It was almost ready to hit the buffer and all of a sudden it felt like somebody hit me in the back of the head with a club. I threw my hand back there and swatted a yellow jacket off my neck. It was my turn to deal out some pain, he is no longer among the living. That son of a gun got me right on the back of the neck, at the base of my skull. I've been stung with them before, but never had one hurt like that.