Posted by
Old Bill on Tuesday, August 26, 2008 9:55:03 PM
IF YOU KNOW TREVOR CANT, YOU'RE A LUCKY GUY. TREVOR IS A SWEETHEART, ONE OF NATURE'S NOBLEMEN. All the years I've known him, he has been the most consistently upbeat, cheerful, entertaining, downright funny guy I've known. If you've ever been to a gunshow in the American Southwest in the last 20 years, and wanted to buy a knife, you know Trevor, even if you don't know his name. He's the old guy with thinning gray hair going to white with a horseshoe set of tables at the end of the aisle covered with every imaginable knife, old, new, genuine original and Chinese knock-off, plus all the other stuff you can only find at gunshows and usually only at Trevor's table--everything from handcuffs and leg irons to hundred-year-old woodsman's cruiser axes for the collector of such stuff.
Trevor is the guy who'll always answer your question, no matter how neophyte, or even stupid, and he'll aways be gentle and funny and make you laugh, even if he's teasing you. And he'll always give you correct information, and he'll always give you the best--read lowest--price on anything you can find on any table at the show, if he's got it. Trevor is the guy who has put up with my stupid questions and my merciless teasing for 20 years, and has never lost his temper, although he has been known to invite other passersby to "Split that guy's head with that Marble's hatchet, will you? He's beginning to drive away paying customers!" How can you not love a guy like that?
For the last couple of years he has been accompanied at the shows by his wife/girlfriend (I've never been sure which) Betty, who has the same droll and raunchy sense of humor, and claims to be the brains of the team. At least, he trusts her with the cash.
Anyway, Trevor has been absent from the gunshow scene for the past 6 months or so, because he has been undergoing a rough schedule of radiation and chemotherapy for cancer, and has been weak as a kitten. During all this time, Betty has been his constant nurse and companion, and it has been rough on her, too. I just heard from her today that she has finally had to move Trevor into a professional care facility--the "Little Company of Mary" on Torrance Blvd. in Torrance, Calif.
I spoke with Trevor on the phone, and he was all laughs as usual, kidding me about my poor taste in knives and inviting me to come over and sell him some of my rusty old bayonets as he is "the biggest sucker on the block"--he says he hopes to be well enough to make it to the upcoming gunshow in Ventura in September, and I hope he does. I can always get a better price from him than anyone else at the show--buying of course: I never sell anything; can't bear to part with my precious collection of bayonets and field knives.
Trevor needs one thing, though: he says it's boring as hell laying in bed, and he'd love to hear from his many friends from the show circuit, so many of whom don't even know his name, but they all know he's "The Knife Man"---the only 'knife man' at the show. If you know Trevor--or wish you did--but didn't know his name, well, now you do. Why not give him a call at 310-991-1463; he'll appreciate it, and you never know--you just might ask him a question about a knife, and get a straight answer--and a laugh. Trevor likes to kid, and nothing has slowed him down in that department. Call anytime. He'll be in.