- I am lucky to have experienced so many swell destinations. (well, not that one bathroom)
- Whatever happened to most of those souvenir trinkets? (junk pile)
- So glad I bought those heavy-duty tee shirts 15 years ago, otherwise I might have forgotten I was there. (still wearing them, complete with frayed necklines)
- I still wish I'd purchased the better necklace on that cruise. (wrong cheap-o decision; beads everywhere)
- Buying consumable regional goods like jams and jellies is practical, but not as memory branding. (belly fat)
- Wonder how much I've spent, altogether, on souvenirs? (don't even thinkaboutit)
- How well do souvenirs define the region? (Don't most sell the same slogans with different city names?)
For better or for worse, souvenirs are markers of time.
Imagine this. You are blindfolded and given a headset powerful enough to block out chatty Captain Announcements. (Oh, baby! suggestions anyone?) You take a flight to "somewhere." After you arrive at your surprise destination, you're led into a car and driven to the closest souvenir/discount store where your impediments are removed.
I doubt it would take you long to figure out where you were, especially if you were near the beach or circled back into the airport.Towels, tote bags, hats ... all announcing You Were (are) Here!
"Mom!" my manly son said when I arrived, eyebrows sailing. He leaned toward me, looked right and left, then all but whispered, "It's not the season for blaze orange." (This might be a slight exaggeration, but not by much.)
Seriously, they only sold Snuggies in red and blue in the Walgreen's in the Chicago suburbs. I guess practical is as practical does. A fun souvenir to one person is a practical way of life to another.