Death of Refrigerator

We got a new fridge today. Now we have so much space that we don't know what to do with all of our frozen fruit, pecans, and the 1/4 of a cow we brought home from Utah. We've had two refrigerators since before I can remember. The one that we kept out in the garage was my parents first fridge, and it's gone through quite a lot: summers full of ice cream and popsicles from Schwans, frozen water balloons used to throw in the pool, and of course the one time when Christopher ran into it with the van. But when we got back from Utah this week The Source realized that the fridge wasn't keeping anything cold anymore, and we finally said goodbye to our refrigerator of 22 years. Yeah, that wasn't as hard to part with as I thought. Although now when I am in the kitchen I continue to reach for the handle on the left side of the new refrigerator, it's always a shock when my hand slips. Plus instead of just walking out into the garage and immediately grabbing the ancient handle on the old fridge, I've got to walk all the way around to the left hand side in order to get what I need. Almost frustrating, but now we can store more ice cream and sweets than before, so who's complaining?