Today’s shave was a bit of an emotional one. I had my father’s straight razor for many years but only recently made an effort to get it shave ready. After some honing and stropping, today was the first time I shaved with it and was able to get a good shave. I think it may have been the razor he carried with him during WWII, a Wester Bros Fi-De. It took me a while for it to sink in that the blade on my face once shaved his. It was a nice moment.