Sitting on my shelf is my rubber band ball. I worked hard on it while making $4.10 an hour working in the maintenance department at Roche Bros. in ’88. Since then it startles me when the outer layer lets go on the ball one band at a time. Today two were tragically lost- two, I think over 33 years we have lost half of an inch in diameter. It is still the size of a softball, so it should outlive me. It is nice to have things to pass down to the kids.