Howard Feldman was a high-flying commodity trader, living a seemingly perfect life, with a perfect wife and perfect children, in an unbelievably perfect world. His tie was Hermès and belt Ferragamo. Suits were Boss or Armani, shoes were Prada.Rolex was passé unless it was the Daytona. Ties had to be skinny, unless you were not. Louis Vuitton luggage was "showy" unless plain black. But then this "King of Chrome" gets attacked. And attacked again. Then he gets sick. His business folds. And his carry-on baggage simply gets too heavy to hold.As Howard unpacks his bags both literal and metaphorical he unravels all the "perfect" banners he has raised to the world, his family, his community and himself. He measures their value against a new benchmark of success, and reconsiders his life s travels from Zug to Zimbabwe, New York to Tel Aviv. Returning home to South Africa, he discovers not just the meaning of home, family and friendship, but also himself.
