It was 36 years ago today, my wife bought me a Stanley thermos. It's got a few scars and most of the paint has either gone or faded. Stopper has trouble getting loose at times. Lid/cup has swelled out a bit an doesn't fit too well. In 76 I added a plastic handle to carry it. The handle has a couple of broken off parts and one side is held on with a wire tie. The build up on the walls has not got to the point of allowing less coffee, but at this rate it will become noticeable someday. Like most of my old friends & dogs, it's scars & shortcomings are what gives it character. Some of their scars may have been my doings. They all have paid their dues and will always be in my heart. That thermos, along with a few dogs and all my old friends, is as much a part of my memories as I am. One day, I may tell you all about my pocket knife. No pain meds were abused in the telling of this story.