My staple.

Back in 1969 I was explaining to a few friends how, if they continued to read Playboy magazine, they would get the idea that all women folded in two places and had a staple through their navel. One inquired about my staple and I replied that I had lost it when I was very young. Another said he'd won it in a poker game and, a few weeks later, presented me with a large staple mounted on a mahogany plaque. Oh, the staple was dated on top -- 1969. It still hangs on the wall in the bathroom. (Close to the bronze plaque that states "This room the gift of John Robert Silver.")

Linn