Here is an historical example of a tote. I acquired this at an auction where the object of my bidding was a tool amidst the odds and ends it contained, and as auctions go the tote and all its contents were on the block for one money. I never owned it in the sense of making use of it myself. That was around 1960 when I carpentered in home construction during the summers between my college years. My father gave it to the rector of our family’s church. There it was used to hold books and magazines beside his easy chair. Not a bad adaptation, and one that gave it a meaningful existence for many years. Fifty years later when preparing material for this book, I wrote the family of the now deceased minister, and to my delight the tote showed up in a shipping box on the door step. It seems to want to reinvent itself again as a project from the past.