Behold, the remains of my college towel from 1980.  It had been printed with a B. Kliban drawing of a cat wearing a suit, but now 30 years later all that is left are cut up pieces, now slopped in sudsy buckets of water by my kids to clean outdoor patio furniture.  I remember being teased by one of my fellow dorm mates about how most of the women in his family had Cat towels, asserting that my towel was not very masculine, but I did not care.  In all honesty, by the time the towel was cut into rags it had seen much better days, but I happened to see Will using it a few weekends ago in the back yard, and it made me realize just how long that towel has been around!