In helping my parents unpack from their move, I found this ashtray from 1950 or so, older than I am. Mom was going to get rid of it. But to me, it just screamed of that era so loudly, in color, shape, and size (cigarette included for scale ... can you buy an ashtray that big today?), I had to keep it, if for no other reason than this image.

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