**The procedure was simple. Hand a friendly boy scout your knife or knives. They would put them in a zip lock bag, with a ticket that you kept a stub from. If you wanted, you could take a picture of the knives in the bag as an alternate way of recovering them.**
Where do you get there were only 3,000?
Oh, my. I didn’t realize there was a “knife rights” organization. Are things that bad now?
I’ve carried a pocketknife since I was eleven. Yes, I carried it to school back then. I can’t imagine going somewhere without my trusty, handy knife.
Makes ya wonder...
"Irony...surrendering your knife to the folks at the Knife Rights kiosk."