All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go. Or “ret to go” as Ugly Wanda would say. Speaking of ugly…this is my suitcase. This was left to me years ago by Glenda the Bad, a hairdresser. It had a nice leather ID tag that said “The Concorde.” This is the type of bag that doesn’t get lost too easily. I carry a photo of it with me in the highly likely event that the airline loses my luggage. I’m off to Harrisburg, PA. Comments? Suggestions? Lies?