Requiem for a backpack

When I moved overseas in 1995, I quickly discovered I needed a good, serviceable backpack both for all my hikes in the Israeli desert as well as all my school books and papers to grade. Mom sent me a beautiful Jansport backpack for my birthday. This week, I've realized that my trusty old pack is dying.

For quite a while now, the zippers have been splitting, which makes the backpack practically useless. The straps have been separating at the top, and this week, I've discovered a sizeable hole in the side pocket. I've sent it away once to be repaired, but the damage is so extensive, I think it may be time to let go altogether.

I composed this poem today (during class) to my backpack, upon the occasion of it's retirement:

Threadbare canvas, faded blue,
Straps and seams unraveled-
Reward well-earned: repose is due
for the many miles you traveled.

Comments

Ariel Rainey said…
no, I brought a messenger bag inside my duffel bag in case of emergency
3:11 AM
Dad said…
Are backpacks cheaper in Holland as well? May be your lucky day.
6:28 AM
Ariel Rainey said…
they probably are, but I'm maxed on shopping for the moment. I looked online at the Jansport website but I want to take my time and really evaluate my options. This one lasted eleven years and I'm still going to try to get it fixed (they have a lifetime guarantee), but if I get another I want to be sure its the right choice.
1:54 PM
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