durable raze he brings the suitcase he uses as a toolbox with him every time he comes here. he's been doing that for almost half as long as i've been alive. today was the first time i took a good look at it. i couldn't tell if its skin was wood or leather. age has made it a duller, deeper shade of whatever it was before it met me. "i can't believe it's lasted my whole career," he said. "forty-one years. i bought it when i was studying in toronto. on queen street. my instructor said that was the place to go. i guess he was right. it's got scars." he pointed out one ragged tear. "that's from a motorcycle i had." he showed me another. "that's from a dog i had." both gone. but the battered box they left their mark on endures. 231110 what's it to you? who go blather from