In 1976, I came off the plane from Korea armed with some adoption papers, a silk purse, and a can of powdered milk. I rediscovered the can while rifling through boxes in my basement. I'm glad my parents didn't throw it away. I should note that my mom put me on solid foods right away (I was six months old and still on a liquid diet) when I arrived and my weight exploded to the point where I dwarfed the baby on the milk can.
