Thanx, Gregor and Jgnat. I hope no one thinks I'm putting my Dad down, when sadness is really what I'm feeling when remembering the big brown leather briefcase. Sad that he never went to college, and craved to be somebody important, and found what he needed in the adoration at the Hall when he dressed up and carried that case. He was a small town boy, and they hooked him in thru his need to be important.
A guy can be important at the Hall, even if he's nobody at work. I just wish he knew he was important anyway, without the suit and the case and the silly religion that sucked away his whole life. Now he's elderly, and still faithfully lugging that briefcase, only it's harder to carry now. His audience is smaller now, mostly conducting the book study for the elderly ones in the morning. But he's still important to me.