Greetings from Austin.. Here for some (very interesting) work meetings. As I’ve pulled my suitcase around all day I’ve also been pulling a word.. and the word is ‘bucket’ .. .. its a word that means wobbly or unsteady.. I first learned it in Frank McCourts book Angela’s Ashes..where he talks about a baby carriage with a bad wheel.. The word is on my mind because my poor blue suitcase.. the one that has been around the world more times than I can remember with me is now just that.. Bockety.. Why you ask ?

In decemebr i was trudging aroudn Munich.. Id gone to the wrong hotel.. actually even to the wrong city.. as I tried to get back to where I was supposed to be, the wheel of my suitcase got jammed with rocks.. It was too cold to stop, so I just kept pulling it.. As a result, I wore one of the wheels completely flat in one spot. I was able to clear the rocks.. but now when I pull it.. it goes.. bock-bock-b0ck.. People turn to see me as I walk bast int he airport..all I hear is ‘bod-bock-bock’.. people turn away,  I am shunned.. ‘here comes the guy with the bucket suitcase wheel’..

oh.. the shame,,,,

nite all, note sam

-me