Contributed by Dustin Cockerham

Dustin Cockerham
Bend, OR

During a routine garbage-picking day, my father and I found an old camouflage sleeping bag. The zippers were broken or missing and the stuffing falling out around the seams. Despite its worn-down appearance, it was large and padded. We used it for years as a comfortable barrier to lay between us and the gravel while we worked on old cars together.