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I remember the first time I saw a cart like you. Strong, smart and sturdy. Another photographer was carrying what looked like thousands of pounds of equipment around with ease. I thought, "what a lucky guy." How come it's always some other guy that gets the good ones? At the time, I was with a partner of far less quality. Her name was Dolly. And she couldn't hold a candle (or much else) compared to you.
I had to have you.
Since you came into my life, I simply don't worry about my weight anymore. No matter how much I put on, you don't mind. Your nitrogen filled tires just squeak and we roll off to battle whatever the world throws at us, together.
I remember one time, while traveling, I was without you. Ho boy, how I, and cervical vertebrae L1-L5, missed you. You never know how much you love something til it's gone. Since then, I can't imagine being without you again. Never again my sweet. Never.
We're made for each other. First, I have no upper body strength. My arms are like stringy little buffalo wings. You lighten my load. Secondly, we love long strolls together. I sometimes lose track of time! And lastly, when we have to turn around in a cramped space, you show off your dancing skills like a saucy salsa dancer twirling about without ever dropping a thing or missing a beat.
This past weekend, when we moved, you really showed me what you're made of. Here I thought you only loved me because I was a photographer. But I stacked you full of all sorts of my personal baggage and you surged on without a peep. You're amazing.
I love you Maggie. (I can't wait to give you a good buffing and greasing later. ;) I'm SO naughty!)
Love,
Wm.
P.S. Pamela is getting suspicious. Just yesterday she asked why I never let her carry my camera bag anymore. So if I let her carry it, PLEASE refrain from spontaneously releasing your brakes and smacking her in the knees like last time.
(Special thanks to Larry Barkdull, Award-Winning, Nationally Recognized Love Letter Writer.)Labels: fun, personal work