The Saga of Sammy the Suitcase

This is the true story of  the adventures of Sammy the Suitcase.   Sammy is the faithful companion of his friend, "The Traveler."  Sammy and The Traveler have traveled far and wide, here and there, to and fro, always together....most of the time.

The two wanderers have been all over the place.  Atlanta, Anchorage, Baltimore, Minneapolis, Vancouver, Seattle, San Francisco, Denver, Boise, Portland, Phoenix, Spokane, Disneyland, Philadelphia, Las Vegas not to mention Kalispell, Kansas City, Kamloops and Kelowna.

The Traveler would be lost without Sammy because Sammy takes care of all of The Traveler's important stuff.  Sammy is the caretaker of The Traveler's socks,  various and sundry pills, his hair gel and his jammies.  Sammy is an important suitcase dude.

Recently Sammy and The Traveler (referred to as Trav from now on) embarked on a journey, departing 

Salt Lake International (SLC)

 

 

 

 

for

Portland International (PDX) and the City of Roses

 

 

 

 

Upon arrival, Trav went to the previously arranged meeting place for the usual happy reunion with Sammy.  But Sammy was nowhere to be found.  Other travelers were happily reunited.  Benny the backpack, Curtis the cat carrier, Simon the snowboard.  All were met and collected by their travelers, but not Sammy.  SAMMY WAS MISSING!!!  Trav  was concerned.

Upon speaking with the friendly representative from Trav was told to go to his hotel and that Sammy would be brought to him IF he came on the next flight.  Sammy did not come on the next flight.

After spending a fitful night in a strange bed in a strange city without his jammies and meds, Trav traveled back to PDX the next morning to try to unravel the mystery of the missing Sammy.

Another friendly representative from the above mentioned corporation informed Trav that Sammy had been "misdirected" and was now enjoying the sights and sounds of San Francisco International Airport. 

                                    

San Fran(freakin)cisco!!!  How the heck did Sammy get there?  In a fleeting moment of political incorrectness, Trav had to wonder how one of the Pacific Islander Sammy handlers at SLC had thought that Sammy's ticket that said PDX meant that Sammy was to be put on the cart going to SFO. Trav then repented of his indiscretion.

The friendly representative referred to twice previously then informed Trav of Sammy's itinerary before they would be reunited and Trav would again have his jammies, and at this point more importantly, clean underwear and deoderant.  Trav only wished that Sammy could give him his FFM's.  So, here is where Sammy went in anticipation of a joyful reunion:

                                       

                                               Fly, Sammy Fly

From SLC                                            to SFO,

                 

then to LAX,                                        back to SLC,

                

and finally on to PDX, arriving at 6:30 pm, 23 hours after starting a journey that took Trav 1hr, 23min.

                   

When Sammy finally arrived at PDX, the reunion was then still delayed because Trav was 250 miles south working.  A joyful reunion was had by all but not until almost 48 hours after the adventure began.

All's well that ends well. Trav has his jammies, pills and deoderant, and is hoping that some Sammy handler in SLC is getting help with his/her problem. (PDX=Portland, not SanFran(freakin)cisco!!! )  

                                

 

                                            THE END