Ring-A-Ding-Ding

#2: This ring is easily the most important thing I own.

If my house was on fire, and for some reason I wasn’t already wearing it, I would run back into the house to get this ring. It was a gift from my father, who joked that it was my inheritance. He made it in high school metal shop out of a spoon he had stolen from the cafeteria. It was basically gathering dust at the bottom of a cigar box when he gave it to me, joking that it was either priceless or worthless, he wasn’t really sure which was which.

One day, I hope to pass this onto my oldest child. If I don't have any kids, I'll give it to my nephew. If he doesn't want it, I'll just keep wearing it and opening my beer bottles with it. I'm pretty sure my nephew will want it after I show him how to do that, though.