That knife likely became someone's new found treasure. Hopefully something good came from someone bad, though that old roomie deserves some bad karma. I don't look into pawn shops, but I do spend enough time in a few antique markets to have become a regular. I can't tell you how many times I've been gripped with indecision in front of treasures, like musty books, kitchen colanders, and old thermoses. Don't ask me to explain kitchen colanders; it's a kitchen shabby chic thing. My wife assures me I've got the shabby thing figured out. Anyway, I've managed to leave the old thermoses alone, but do love old, old wool blankets. I do check out the old knives as well, but they tend to be far too big, or far too abused. I never come home empty handed. Once, my wife said to me "It's starting to look like an antique market, with all the old stuff around here." I didn't like the way she was looking at me. Take it from me, "old stuff" from the 50's can still be useful.