In commemoration of my 2004 BGR Nalgene

You were a artifact from my past and showed everyone just how old I am for having attended Boiler Gold Rush (BGR) so long ago when they still handed out high-quality gifts to freshmen. You served me well through hot summers working with the NRCS and many international travels. You might have maintained a strange odor of rotting onions which constantly caused me to wonder whether you were carrying disease, but I trusted you to keep me hydrated. I hope you are in a better place now, for while I was in a rush to get off the bus and through Qalandiya checkpoint, I left you on the bus. My good fortune would have it that I found that fateful bus, but someone had taken you. Hopefully to a better life.