I have never let the cat out of the bag. I have never bought (or sold) a pig in a poke – because I have never owned a
HAVERSACK
A haversack is a one-strap backpack. The single strap can be draped over one shoulder, or looped over the head for greater security. It is also known as a ditty bag, where I keep sheets of paper with all the lyrics to the songs I like, so that I don’t start belting out mondegreens, – Excuse me while I kiss this guy – and also a musette bag, where I keep all my little Muses, until they traipse away, leaving me with no inspiration, and a dry, dreary blogpost like this.
It came from the Old German word, havre + sack. That meant just what it looked like it meant, if you remove the letter R – have, only with the subtle definition distinction of not being a sack that you have, but a sack that existed to have something in.
The French took the “contained and safe” meaning, and turned the word into a haven, like the seaport Le Havre. I’m going to have to buckle down, and start to compose something for the letter I – besides Idiot, and Imbecile.


