The other night my wife and I were having root beer floats after dinner and I got out some old glass mugs that my family had picked up when I was a kid in the mid-70's. At that time we were living in the Seattle area. As I was making the floats - I realized that these mugs had survived a couple of coast to coast moves and four different teenagers, and were actually older than my younger brother.
I don't know if Farrell's still exists up in Seattle (another photographer told me that there used to be at least one Farrell's in Arizona).
Of course Murphy had to strike after these memories - and he did. As I was taking another glass and one of the mugs to the sink, I dropped the mug. It bounced twice on the tile floor and I thought it might survive - but on the 3rd contact w/ the floor - it came apart.
Oh well - I still have two left. But it maybe a while before I pull them out of the cupboard again.
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