MY OLD "DAM-GUD" BAG IS NOW ONLY A MEMORY
It was the coolest bag you ever saw.
Visualize a "thermos" bag about 14
inches long, with a shoulder strap:
it'd hold six or seven sodas and
a frozen block...it zipped right around
the top. Made of white plastic
interior and light canvas exterior.
In your mind's eye, see it as being
rather rugged and very masculine;
practically crying out "Let's go
fishing!" Almost like a faithful dog!
Oh, oh! The biggie. It was made
in CAMO. "Woodland" camo. You
could lose it iffen you got careless.
The "DAM-GUD" Company made
these fridge bags and I bought ours
in about 1962. Where I can't recall;
"the mists of time" have taken their
toll.
Depending on the season,
temperature, weather--like a duck-
hunt or a catfishing trip (with a
lawn chair)' it would keep coffee
and soups hot and sandwiches
and sodas cold. Big time!
One look at it, hanging upstairs on
my cozy "escape attic" wall brought
back...um..glorious memories of
times spent in the wild, with good
companions, and oft nice solitude.
Who can forget quail hunts, like
down around historic Claunch....
In the chill fall air, sitting and
leaning against the right front tire
of the pickup, with the warm fall
sun shining , and rummaging thru
your Dam-Gud bag for sandwiches
and drinks ...all in that clean red
sand in the country road ruts--
well, there is nothing like it on this
earth!
People used to see the trade mark
tag on the bag and say "Ha-Ha, is
it really 'damn good?,' " I'd say, "My
brother, you don't even know the
half of it!"
Now today, I wish I had bought two
of them, and stored one in a vacuum
bag, protecting it from aging. For
though time has limited my outdoor
excursions, it'd be nice to have a
another brand new bag, like the old!
It seems the DAM-GUD Company
is no more. Remember, mine was
purchased sixty years ago. When
I searched the internet to order a
replacement, the displays all said:
"Did you mean damn good bag?"
There is a big empty nail and spot
on the attic wall, over in the corner,
where the old DG bag, all brittle
and cracked a bit, hung.....for years.
Then one day, it was gone.What
happened to it...nobody knows.
Gone.
It was the kind of thing a wife does...
you know...gets a cleaning urge and
spots old stuff of husbands, ("that
needs to go,") but no one will own up.
Maybe I myself, did it and then
blocked it out…mercifully.
Someone once said, and it was maybe
in "PATTON,"
"All things are fleeting."
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MIL
10 FEBRUARY 2020
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