When we left the Fish House restaurant after lunch the other day, Charles offered Patricia and me a piece of Altoids mint chewing gum to refresh us on our way to the museum. About 3/4 of the way there, the gum had lost its flavor. Charles doesn't keep a trash receptacle in his pristine car. I had no paper in my little knock-off Dooney & Burke pocketbook.
During the search for a tissue or a receipt or a deposit slip to wrap the tasteless gum in, the logo popped off the front of the pocketbook. It's about the size of a half-dollar coin.
Yes, I did. It seems to be holding very well.