The open suitcase in this photo died last week.  The large one in the photo still lives and breathes, but I’m in mourning.  That smaller suitcase went everywhere with me.  And in the case of certain destinations (Macomb, Illinois, to be exact), it was the only suitcase welcomed by my hosts.

Now what?

Shopping for suitcases isn’t my strong point.  And since they usually last me a long time, and I’m talking ten years at a time, it’s not often I’ve had to shop for suitcases.

But now I have no choice but to move forward.  Travel season is coming up.  I need a new bag.

My old bags are/were some kind of name (ish) brand.  Not cheap.  Not Louis Vuitton either.  But they were a set.  The day I bought these bags, I felt good knowing for the first time in my peripatetic life I had matching bags.

Am I going to go out and buy a whole new matching set?  No.  No, I sure as hell am not.  I’m going to remember the brief period of Camelot when all my bags matched.  I’m going to remember those days with terrible fondness, but I will move forward.  At least three people, including one who could get his bags from Louis Vuitton if he so desired, told me the place to go for luggage is TJ Maxx.

So okay.  I’ll go into the nearest TJ Maxx, which is conveniently next door to a Barnes and Noble and a big movie complex.   And, while undertaking the onerous task of replacing the best piece of luggage I ever had, I will ease the pain with the purchase of some new books and the viewing of a movie while eating buttered popcorn.

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  1. Jim says:

    I may have to replace my biggest as I am plotting a trip to Alaska soon.

    But I think I will settle for the Assistance League. It needs to be big, first of all. Then it needs to not be mouldy inside. That’s as trendy as I get.

  2. Ruth Yunker says:

    Jim, I think a trip to Alaska deserves its own, great big, brand new bag!

  3. Tom Nichola says:

    R. I think you may have actually seen the bag I have travelled with for the last 100 or so years. Depending upon ones level of fondness for it you could say it ranges from having an enviable patina to nasty. The chief offender being a liter of unfiltered Italian olive oil carefully stashed between the socks and something a bit too hard for the flight. Dripped for days! Tossed the liner out years ago but the saddle leather keeps getting better looking , if a tad darker. It was nice when the flies stopped buzzing around it drawing looksfrom fellow travelers.

  4. Tom Nichola says:

    That’s Nichols, damn you autocorrect!

  5. Ruth Yunker says:

    Auto correct has a mind of its own. I hate/love it!

  6. Ruth Yunker says:

    Tom, I’ve seen the flies, but as I’ve eaten many a superb meal made by you using incredible olive oil, I was merely grateful for the reason they were there!