March 2009
What Happened
My son purchased a Leatherman for me about 10 years ago as a Christmas present. I loved that tool and carried it with me everywhere. Some of my friends would call me "MacGyver" because I could fix anything with that tool. One day I was helping my son move into his apartment and was using it to cut up boxes. I sat it down on the tailgate of my pickup and lost it. I have since replaced it with a new Leatherman "Blast".
Larry J.
Fernley, NV
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.