Bagaholic? That's me. Somewhere I even have Dad's B4 bag from WWII, plus his gas mask bag, one of the first real "carry-ons". Then there's my Navy Helmet Bag and the nice canvas hanging bag and the "Poopie Suit" rubberized nylon (waterproof or sort'a)carryon the ship's sailmaker made for me as i departed in 1965.

My wife has just about worn out my late Mother's full set of Hartman semi-hardsides, and she bought herself a new "Liddle-Biddy" Travel Pro, a roller the size of a computer bag, but designed for clothing. She's ordered me a new Travel Pro rolling backpack for our upcoming 2.5 weeks in Central Europe, traveling light, no checked baggage for either of us, pretty good for geezerdom. Ahhh, the marvels of microfiber!

A half dozen briefcases, unused for years, one nice leather, another a Gin-U-Wine Hallicrafters, the symbol of a once grand executive age.

Then there are the many (always good for children's gifts) zippered nylon briefcases and bags acquired at conventions and conferences. I've enough fancy name badge holders to never need a money belt or neck wallet.

If you count the rolling igloo and the gun cases, a Chinese Route Army could pack six months of gear and deploy from my storage closet alone.