A couple of days ago when I opened the package Jeanne sent I thought at first it was the best birthday present I ever got my entire life. But as I thought on it I remembered the Victorinox Swiss Army Lensatic Compass my ex-wife gave me on my 45th birthday. [Pictured under ‘Compass’ section of the Survival Book link above]
Okay. There can only be one absolute no-questions-asked-no-prisoners-taken best birthday present a person ever got. The compass ain’t giving up its position of prominence.

She sent a box of the metal ‘Zebras’ too. They get lost worse than one sock of a pair. I like the ones you see in the background, black, which I’ve had a longish while, but they’re a bit thickset and rounded on the edges. Plus they break.
But how about them damned spoons? Out there the other side of three-score-and-ten spoons step in and declare themselves.
Old Jules
A person cannot fully enjoy noodle ramen without the use of one of these spoons. They’re perfect.
Functional and pretty, there’s a lot to like.
On the other side of three score and ten- many happy returns!
Hard to be civilized without lovely spoons. 😉