Before I left Massapequa, New York, for Boston on Friday, I phoned Stoddard's and asked if they had a small Sebenza. They had two large Sebbies but no small ones. Oh well, so I placed a call to KnifeArt (more about that later). So I ended up in Harvard Square late Friday, ate at the Border Cafe, and became bummed out by the fact that so many of the quaint Ma-and-Pa specialty shops there I remembered were replaced by franchises like Starbucks and Eastern Mountain Sports. Being somewhat depressed about this, I thought it would be a good idea to buy a new knife, and so I jumped on the Red Line and transferred at Park Street for Copley Station and Stoddard's. The two fellows on duty there were quite congenial. We talked knives (I showed them my A.G. Russsell white bone 3-inch-blade lockback, and they really appreciated it), and I purchased an American classic--the official Boy Scout camper by Camillus. I also ogled Stoddard's many Randall and CRK fixed blades. And just minutes ago, a small Sebenza from KnifeArt was delivered to my office here at work on what would normally be a dreary Monday. By the way, happy Patriots Day to all in Beantown.