Two of these bags belonged to Mom and Dad. They're older models, of course. And no one else wanted them when we were going through things a couple years ago. So I used them to pack up books and memorabilia that I was bringing back from Lexington — then, after emptying them, tucked them under the basement stairs, where they stayed for at least two years.
But the bags have recently been unearthed and deemed extraneous, so I just moved them up from the basement to the garage. Next step: the Purple Heart pickup.
They're in good shape and will come in handy for someone else, I hope. But it's hard to see them go. I tell myself that things don't matter, that it's the intangibles that count. But each time I get rid of something that was Mom and Dad's, a little bit of them goes, too.