i know the trend is long since over, but i still love a good vintage suitcase. this beautiful saddle brown leather one belonged to my *papa* (pronounced puh-puh), my dad's dad. he used to smoke the most wonderful pipe. when i was little, i'd get him to blow the smoke into a wooden box. i'd close the lid and run as far away as i could. when i couldn't take another step, i'd open the box and watch the smoke swirl out. i wish i still had that box. anyway, that is another story. miss you, papa!
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