This evening, I turned in my U.S. Department of Commerce, Census Bureau, bag, along with my identification badge. I'll miss the thing, which accompanied me on my rambles through southeastern Yonkers and West-Central Mount Vernon. Although it was just a hair too small to fit the binders that contained our cases (DOH!), it was an attractive, well made little messenger's bag:
Yes, it's the end of a brief, interesting era in my life, but I know it's over. Should I be suffused with melancholy? After all, it was a nice bag.
Note: Grr... I just edited the post- I originally muffed a link to a video by the Smee-iths which reflected the comedic "melancholy" I claimed to have felt upon turning in my bag.