I have a favorite coffee mug.
A couple of days ago, I realized it has been my favorite for a long, long time… that is, in coffee mug years.
My daughters invited me to a paint-your-own green clay studio back in February ’99. How do I remember when they did that? It says so on the cup I painted.
The shape of the lip, and grace of the cup is crucial.
The memories matter.
The theme and art cap it off.
Can you imagine being loyal to a coffee mug for 18 years?
Heck, in our disposable society, almost nothing remains in our lives that long.
In my world, it is not alone.
Grandpa Herb demonstrated to me:
Get quality. 
Treat with care.
It lasts.
Works for me.
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