And I love Snoopy!

Ah, the days when families would spend a quiet evening gathered around the pencil sharpener. The fun never stopped back then.

My grandfather used to have a Snoopy pencil sharpener in his basement workshop, but the manually-operated wall-mounted variety. It was a bit out of place amongst the hacksaws and chisels, but I liked it. It was something aimed at my young-sprout demo in the middle of that grizzled manly world.

With this particular one, I appreciate the fact that Snoopy is on the roof of his house banging away on his typewriter — that one feature means that I wouldn’t mind having this knickknack on a corner of the Blog into Mystery desk.

“It was a dark and stormy night…”