The Ricker keeps a memory box.

It's an old leather box filled with old Boy Scout badges, rings, key chains, bottle openers and other odds and ends that held sentimental value at some point. It also holds some very weird things as well.

There are two little "peep show viewers"--small plastic viewfinders with naked pin-up girls inside. The box also holds a small, brass ring about an inch and a half in diameter.

About two years ago, the Ricker pulled out the box to give me an old watch of his, a very cool watch with a wide leather band from about 30 years ago. I was wearing something similar, and the Ricker was amazed that his old style was back en vogue. While I was messing around with the watch (winding it), my wife picked up the brass ring. Without a trace of irony or humor, the Ricker tells her that she was holding his old cock ring.

I've never seen my wife move so fast as she did after that announcement. She dropped the ring and ran to the sink to wash her hands. Once again, good times with the Ricker.