October 2009
The Poltergeist Who Loves Leatherman
In the late 1980's I purchased my first Leatherman PST. It found a home on my belt from the beginning and could be found there 7 days a week. To this day, I feel incompletely dressed if my trusty tool is not at the ready on my right hip.
In 1995 we "Bought the Farm", a limestone farmhouse built in 1838 that had been in our family since 1915. There were occasional strange happenings in this house over the last 14 years and we seem to have a spirit dwelling here that has a penchant for fine tools. The first PST I owned would disappear occasionally only to be found a few hours or days later in the same place where I remembered placing it. Eventually the spirit decided to keep the PST. I then purchased a new Pulse to replace the PST. The spirit was really enamored with this new tool and was just waiting for his chance to add it to his collection.
So one day in the early summer of 2006, I installed a window air conditioner in a room used by my wife's elderly Aunt and Uncle who were coming for the family July 4th celebration. Installing an air conditioner into a 170 year old window requires some extra modification and when finished, I collected all of my tools, including my trusty Pulse, and placed all of the tools onto the back porch for return to my workshop. As I returned the tools to their correct places, I noticed that the Pulse was missing and was nowhere to be found and still is missing to this day.
While I had a back-up tool to use, a PST with a FORD logo embossed upon it, I missed many of the Pulse features, namely the improved tool lock mechanism and handles that were more comfortable. I discovered that the Pulse was out of production and only a few were available on e-Bay of which I was able to procure one. Now I must keep a very close watch on my new Pulse as I'm sure the spirit would like to add one more to his collection. It's funny that the spirit doesn't take the Gerber tool that my wife has..............
Jeff M.
Myerstown, PA
OK, you voyeur, you. Enough of reading other people's stories. It's time you told your own tale of gripping heroism or even just neat DIY'ism. We know there's a Shakespeare in you somewhere. Don't make us use the Steens to find it.