I Love My Old Stanley

I bought a Stanley when I was a newlywed, commuting by bus to a job in downtown Chicago. Even on the coldest winter days, my coffee was still as hot on the way home as in the morning. I've used my Stanley for 26 years, in seven homes, in five states, through the births of six children. I’ve taken it on horseback round-ups in the Chihuahuan Desert and on mission trips to Mexico and New Orleans. Friends tease me about the beat-up, dented, dinged, thermos I always carry. When I don't have it, they ask me where it is. But, recently, I dropped the thermos one too many times and the top chipped. Soooo, I've given in and bought a new one... but I still love that old banged up one... I think I'll put it on the mantel.
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