While making breakfast this morning, I decided to pull my Dad's old Henckels chef knife (1978, IIRC) down to prep all the ingredients. I had virtually forgotten that it is in fact a knife, and not "just for decoration". I tested the edge on my nail, and thought, "not bad, but a quick honing on the ceramic should bring it up to speed". A few passes each side was all it took and it was as sharp as any knife I've ever used (that wasn't my own) - it was a hair popping machine!
I put it to work and immediately remembered why I became so passionate about knives in the first place. It just felt RIGHT. I kind of fell in love with it all over again, and I think it's going to take the role of "go to" for a little while.