G.K. Chesterton ( a particularly favorite author of mine) once wrote an essay entitled, “What I Found in My Pocket.”
He started it off with a witty anecdote about a man who supposedly told him, “A man can’t get on nowadays by hanging about with his hands in his pockets.” To which G.K. flippantly replied that perhaps a man got on by having his hands in other people’s pockets.
Anyway, the gist of the essay is about all the strange and wonderful things that fall into the “abyss” of his pockets.
I do not happen to be wearing anything with pockets today, but I started musing on this essay when I unpacked my gymbag this evening. To start with, the gymbag itself is pretty special. My work on this green bag made me an expert in using a seam-ripper back in eighth grade, and it has served me well for six or seven years since then.
Inside I found:
A pretty bluejay feather, which reminded me of the kingfisher feathers I used to pick up back home.
A 1996 penny
2 water bottles, one from my first backpacking trip to West Virginia, and the other from this summer’s trip
A melted chocolate granola bar
A rugby magazine
A pocket-sized $1 bottle of sunscreen mailed in a package from a California friend
My insurance card (just in case)
A pair of kangaroo leather cleats
A black scrum cap with green stitching
Red, knee-high socks
A bright orange mouth guard
Perhaps not as exciting as G.K.’s scraps of paper, pocket-knife, and chalk, but certainly worthy of a posting!
P.S. -G.K.’s essay can be found at this site: http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/20721/