4.20.2009

Leaving on a jet plane

Record highs of 93?! I didn't move here for this. I'm leaving, and I'm packing my collection of Fornasetti plates, my stuffed rabbit and the rest of my belongings in these.





Let it be known, I had a briefcase like this in first grade that I would stuff with plastic easter eggs and pretend to run away. I would get as far as the backyard, smell dinner and turn around for hamburger casserole. Now I can pretend all over again, only cooler.
All suitcases by 1 Hobo, a division of Lobomatics.

While we're on the subject of planes, this was my favorite song around the same time I was lugging that briefcase into the woods. I still sing it every time I board a plane.


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