He sat across from me in the terminal. Our flight to Atlanta had been delayed and the crew was working to de-ice the plane. He was impeccably dressed in polished boots, pressed dungarees, a ranger belt, and quite possibly the flannel shirt God had in mind when he created humanity.
Beside him sat a rugged briefcase. It was no ordinary briefcase. Rugged, sturdy, and perfectly built, it was the kind of briefcase only a man like him would carry. I couldn’t help but stare. It had well-stitched pockets, enough room to hold a laptop, book, notepad (and who knows what else) and was made with rugged full grain leather. It was the perfect rugged briefcase for the perfect rugged man. I promised myself I would design a rugged leather briefcase just like his when I got home to Denver, and I did.
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