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 aruggedbriefcase. 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 just like his when I got home to Denver, and I did.

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