Self-portrait


 

Years ago I thought of myself as a piece of paper.  I didn't recognize I had any third dimension.  I had a front and a back but no concept of being visible from the side.  Much like a shirt on a hanger.

This particular shirt is soft and old and full of amazing memories.  I remember when I bought this shirt.  Shopping with my mother at Elder Beerman's in Piqua.  I needed new clothes for my upcoming post-graduation trip to New York City.  1979.  I was about to change my life.  In this shirt.  

We probably got a sandwich at Arby's after.

The hanger.  You noticed that? One of the weird and wonderful things in Fayetteville, North Carolina.  I would go to the Glam-Orama every couple of weeks to wash my clothes...that is until Dave and Mary bought a new washer and gave me theirs. But even then, if the weather was wet, I'd stop in to do my laundry as I never did have a drier.

That shirt.  I still wear it.  I should replace the lost button at the bottom someday.  It probably thinks something like that about me.

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