Many years ago I bought a globe for the education and entertainment of my many children and me. Said globe is pictured at left. After long and faithful service, this pictographically enhanced orb has taken some licks. When the stand broke a year or so ago, I finally decided I needed to pitch it. Three times I have actually deposited battered ball into the waste bin. Each time it finds its way back into the house. "Dad, you accidentally threw this out", one or other of my offspring will say, and back in the house it comes. It's like the Jason of globes. Two old songs come to mind:
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