My bag is packed and I'm ready to go...nowhere

Back in the days when I had a real job, there was no internet or e-mail, cell phones didn't exist,

and – most significantly – a carry-on suitcase with built-in wheels was but a pipe dream.

I lived out of a handsome, sturdy boat anchor, which I bought to hold up to the rigors of the DC-NYC shuttle. 

It sure looked smart as I carried it down the jetway, but to this day, 

I think my right arm is a little bit longer than my left from lugging it hither and yon.

Anyway, it retired back in '93 when I did and has not seen one overhead compartment since.

The post-traumatic stress of a corporate career has finally abated (it only took 19 years),
and I don't break out in a sweat and twitch at the sight of this suitcase,

so I brought it down from the attic to replace the ugly cardboard box 

that Snapper recently claimed as his favorite napping spot.

I had been saving it for "Antiques Roadshow."  

I can only hope that the value of its storied provenance will compensate for the cat hair.