THE LUGGAGEMAN COMETH


“There  is  no  moment  of  delight  in  any  pilgrimage  like  the  beginning  of  it.”–  Charles  Dudley Warner

One rather nice perk provided by the cruise line is that I can have my luggage picked up ahead of time at home, and  it will be delivered straight to my cabin upon boarding. That way, I only need to wrangle onto the plane a bag with those things that I’ll need in New York, and anything the luggage service refuses to carry (ahem, hairspray) or that I could not stand to see lost (well, there is my laptop).


That pick-up happens today, so here I am more than a week before sailing, all packed and ready to go. Most of what I think I’ll need is jammed into two suitcases with a combined weight of about 85 pounds. 

                                                           Yes, I select my luggage based on how well it will show
                                                                                                 up on a baggage carousel.

   
Another suitcase will come on the plane with me, but it will have plenty of empty space, in case something insists on jumping off a shelf and coming home with me. We will, after all, be in Scotland for a while. And those who know me know that certain amber-colored liquids produced only in that fair land likely will need to accompany me home.

Plus, there’s that whole thing with the same amount of clothes and other items taking up much more space on the return trip. I’m sure Newton has a law of physics for that one.


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