To the catalyst that got me around Washington DC.
To the one thing that was always by my side while seeing things such as the Capitol Building, the White House, the Lincoln Memorial, and countless other places of interest.
To the item that became a canvas for my political propaganda.
You held my John McCain button, my Fred Thompson button, and my Proud to Be A Republican button.
You held the necklace given to me by a peace activist.
You held my camera for me.
You were mocked, ridiculed, and cast off as a "man purse".
You made the trip back to Michigan with me, holding all of my precious DC memorabilia.
You carried my books and my computer for my first month of school.
...And for all that, I thank you.
Your strap may be broken, but your courage, spirit, and memories shall forever live on.
Here you are in your glory days, back in good old Arlington, Virginia.
Here you are in shambles.
Rest in pieces, good friend.