Long, long ago, when my grandfather was a boy, he would pay very little(a coin or two) for a bag of Cracker Jack, and would get a very good prize. Maybe he got a ring, maybe he got a toy truck(one of which we still have to this day). Of my childhood(which is still technically going on), you pay much more, and get much less. You would get a piece of paper. OH NO! It's not a piece of paper! It's a pencil eraser-topper! Hours of fun! Whee! Well, those plentiful days of paper-prizes are apparently gone. On a very cold, tiring ride... read full review »