Gut Rumbles

March 27, 2005

i know what he means

In Kentucky, when I was a child, it was called a "personifinity bag" and you wore it around you neck on a leather thong. That's where you kept all your good luck charms and valuables, so you wouldn't lose them.

I know what eric means. I long ago lost my personifinity bag, but I still hold on to a lot of good luck charms and treasures that are special to me. Those things don't mean shit to anybody else, but they are special to ME, and I wouldn't sell them for all the money in the world.

My marble collection. My football cards. A hammer my dad gave me with his initials carved in the handle. A hatchet my grandfather made by hand. I look at that stuff and I feel memories wash over me like ocean waves. Those are precious things to me.

They always will be, too.


I wear my late parents' wedding rings on a chain around my neck. They and their love will always be close to my heart.

Posted by: BlogDog on March 27, 2005 01:04 PM

That'll be your Injun blood. Oops sorry - Native American blood.

Posted by: Nelly on March 27, 2005 04:40 PM
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