Now, how can I describe his toolbox? The box was made out of some type of steel. It was wielded together and had a latch. He never had a lock on it. I never asked him why he did not lock the lid. It was the 60's and 70's, but that does not explain anything. Maybe it was because

One time, I remember we drove from Chadbourn to Wilmington to buy a new gas powered chainsaw from some dealer. I do not think he kept it in the toolbox two days before it disappeared and was never heard from again. New tools, like socket wrench sets, seemed to dissolve in that toolbox. He would store motor oil in the old cans with a couple of nail holes in the top. Riding on the dirt roads of the Green Swamp (when it was dry weather) caused the cans to turn over and pour its contents in the bottom of the toolbox. If he ever put a paper bag in the toolbox with washers or bolts, the bag would fall apart. It took an "act of Congress" to find a washer in all that dirt, pine needles, leaves, and oil. The spilled oil was nothing compared to the bearing grease from the leaking grease guns all over everything.
This blog post will never make the search engine of Technorati, but nothing I have done online in the past 5 years has. Who cares.
I know why I won't ever have a butt ugly toolbox- they are nothing but oil, dirt, and beer can holders.