The blue one is mine; the brown one I borrowed from my grandmother for the trip home. I had to switch planes in St. Louis, and I made it on the plane to Denver, but my bags didn't. American Airlines currently rocks my world because they delivered them to my godparents' door that very night.
When I was talking to the luggage people at the airport, they asked me to describe my bags and choose what kind they were based on a set of pictures of different suitcases. "One of them is a glorified blue duffel bag," I said, "and the other is so old you don't have any pictures that look like it." It's not everyday you get to travel with luggage that was crossing the ocean on a boat decades before you were born.