I just bought and used a small electric appliance that I thought I would never use again. An electric can opener. Years ago I had one. It was one way to find our late great Wally, our first family dog ,and if you go to Evanston, you will probably find
his DNA still there. Pressing the opener was the way we sometimes found Wally. He heard that can opener sound where ever he was and ran home to eat. He lived to eat. When he sat down, facing away from you,he resembled a bowling pin.
Anyway, since I open
very few cans, I have had a series of hand operated ones. Perfectly good, until the last year or so when I seem not to be able to make the dang things open a can. Either I am getting weaker in my hands ,the openers have no quality control, or I am getting
weaker in my hands. So I broke down and bought an electric one. Why was I so proud and why did I hold off getting one. I opened a can of tomato paste and it opened without my struggling to make the opener go all around the can. What a concept. It looks pretty
good on my counter, too. This ones for you, Wally.