I have lived in a very small town for the last couple of years, and I lived in an even smaller one for a year before that. I live next to a decent sized city, but I make a point of not going there very often. I like the peace and quite of the town I live in, and I like supporting the small businesses in my community, and I can do the vast majority of my work at home or within a couple o miles. I spent a lot of my youth living in large cities, but I have become unaccustomed to them. So the trip to Atlanta in and of itself, with the sheer size of it and all the traffic, road construction, lights, sounds, and sights. Then add in that is was the week of the International Blade Show, and all that this entailed for me being a life long cutlery buff and working in the industry in multiple aspects, it started getting overwhelming at times. The trip started out normal enough, the road was wide open and the traffic was moving along fine. But since I had gotten a late start I didn't expect that to last long. Just outside of Chattanooga the traffic came to a stand still for a while. It's not a good feeling when you are told there was an accident that has had I-75 at a near standstill for and hour, and you can name two dozen people you personally know who are headed down the same road on the same day, and going to the same destination. Eventually things started moving again, albeit slowly, What is normally a two hour trip took four hours. And then I found myself in the stop-and-go traffic of Atlanta at 5:15 pm... I finally made it to the Galleria about 6:30... But the sensory bombardment didn't stop there. The sheer volume of sound and vibrations from the traffic both on the ground and in the air was tangible. Things were really quiet in Fiddleback world on Thursday. I stopped by the Schrade booth and saw my new designs on display. That was really cool. It would take a turn for the surreal later when I was asked to sign copies of the current issue of Knives Illustrated... Things were much different at the Fiddleback tables on Friday. It was nice getting to see old friends and catching up, and great to see the awesome knives on display. The white Gaucho was the one that caught my eye. Later, after the show, the wife and I headed to the pit for the after-party to have dinner and catch up more in a more relaxed atmosphere. Everybody wanged, everybody chunged, everybody had fun, and then the night wound down. The wounded were helped off the field and folks retired for the night. Before retiring for the night Lisa and I went for a walk through Galleria Park, which is like a quiet little sanctuary in an ocean of sound.