This was one of my father's Levenger totes. When we traveled, I would put a couple cowboy books in it, each day. He had his snacks, a pad, and we hoped, a place for his wallet, and glasses. Before we knew he had Alzheimer's, he was always misplacing his wallet when he sat on the back seat. The object was to put the wallet in the tote. Same thing with his glasses. He'd read a couple cowboy books a day. I rationed them. Each morning, I'd put a couple more in it for him. He had his candy in it. There is a discoloration on the front side. I suspect it is where he probably spilled his coffee. The bag easily cleans. We had two of these totes for him. I'm keeping the other one.
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