Well, well, well. I have the worst luck with TBs. One might think that a smashed, flattened, dinged up fork might not have any admirers, but someone must have appreciated its beauty, if even metaphorically, as they swapped it for a casino memento. I've asked the last finder of my TB to do whatever he likes with the slot-machine keychain that so isn't a fork, and I'll use the copy TB tag on a new, old fork. Maybe. I'm tired of buying tags, only to have them go missing, or stolen, or held for years. Yes, years. 👎