EDC*

Definition: Everyday carry…a collection of useful items that are consistently carried on a person every day.

No, not random crap. But rather, everyday carries.

Is it a statement of preparedness, nostalgia, practicality, or yet another kind of subculture? In a brave new world of intense connectivity, where many people understandably seek privacy and anonymity, I thought this concept might offer a platform for gentle revelation.

I want to recognize our tendency to over-idealize things. Mitch Albom, from Tuesdays With Morrie fame, noted “We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don’t satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.”

In contrast, I’d like to allow for the occasion that treasured items might actually provide a carpet ride to another more revelatory place. Design as Art author Bruno Munari said, “When the objects we use every day and the surroundings we live in have become in themselves a work of art, then we shall be able to say that we have achieved a balanced life.”

I used to regularly carry a funny looking titanium utensil called a spork that attached to a carabiner. At varying times it functioned as a screwdriver, a fork, a spoon, and even as a wrench. It became a favorite carry of mine. Is that really different, other in magnitude, from the bloke who preens over his Bentley SUV?

A spork, an old everyday carry of mine

If a face can launch a thousand ships, then a favorite item can spark a revealing conversation. Then there’s the My Essentials Series, 10-Things I Can’t Live Without. Comedian Jerry Seinfeld, for example, shares why yellow legal pads and Bic pens are important tools in his life. I love that simple items can be a platform for self-disclosure and revelation–the magical interlude when someone brings enthusiastic candor and transparency to the moment. In effect saying, “I’d like to tell you a little bit about who I am as a person.”

My current everyday carry…

My everyday carry includes from top left…A notebook and roller ball pen for fun writing when on the run, my favorite old-school analog watch from a California company, Vaer, my wallet with key documents including my passport and Peaks Island annual ferry pass, a good read I can tuck into my backpack–in this instance, The Barn, a non-fiction work about the 1955 murder of Emmett Till in Mississippi, glasses from Warby Parker, a pocket knife with practical blades and tools, my iPhone, Warby Parker shades and finally, my necklace with silver charms from different countries I have visited.

This batch of everyday carry reflects, I think, my love of traveling, of staying off the couch, of leaning in toward old-school, of valuing simplicity.

Now it’s your turn. What does your everyday carry say about you? I’d like to know.

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Something is Very Rotten in the state of Denmark

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A quiet moment in Tallinn’s Old Town

What’s rotten of course is not something that’s occurring in Denmark, but rather the stench coming from my home, the United States. It’s the smell emanating from the rogue band of outlaws about to ride roughshod across America’s political, social and moral landscape. It’s justifiably setting off all sorts of alarms, creating new cottage industries, including countless articles on how to survive the coming apocalypse with titles like 10-Transformative Tips to Prepare for a Trump Presidency and Coping Tips for a Second Term.

For me, travel is the best elixir for all that ails about American politics. A stocking cap, my backpack and a wrinkled map is just about all I need. And the map, that’s optional. Somewhere I once read that a good cleanse of the soul could be had by just getting on a random tram and taking it to the end of the line. I’ve done that with good results many a time.

Alternatively, I love hopping a ferry to just about anywhere. My thick-treaded shoes can make a visit to a city park a memorable adventure. Sure, walking the 500-mile Camino de Santiago is guaranteed to help you leave Trump and his acolytes so far in the rear view mirror as to make them as small as their actual moral stature. But just to be clear, you don’t have to leave your seat to do some traveling. A gaze out the window tracing the flight of your local swallow works just fine.

Watching seagulls from aboard the ferry crossing Delaware Bay

Oh, and about Denmark…”‘Farewell, farewell,’ said the swallow, with a heavy heart, as he left the warm countries, to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang ‘Tweet, tweet,’ and from his song came the whole story.” You don’t need a boat or plane ticket to get to Denmark. Just get a hold of a book from the author of that quote, Hans Christian Andersen, himself an amazing traveloguer.


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