Origin Story

Perry was there.  And John.  And the in-laws.

And we got to talking baggage.  As in luggage, not neuroses.

In which to carry one’s pen.  One’s iPad.  One’s jewel-encrusted cribbage board or what have you.

You know; one’s shit.

A murse.  A man purse.

The perfect bag.  Long sought after; ne’er found.  Object of a series of unrequited love affairs always ending in the need for another.  Another fling; another try; well — another bag.

The hunt is on.