my favorite t-shirt from 1992

Most people have a favorite old shirt. The operative term there is old. An old shirt that’s comfortable, that’s been around the block a few times, that’s probably been worn too many times over too long a period. Sometimes it’s a shirt that’s infused with memories — places, people, events. Sometimes it’s just a soft old friend that you slip on at night, or on a Sunday morning while you read the news and have your bagel.

I have a favorite. An old blue cambric work shirt. I’ve no idea when I bought it, although I’ve seen a photo of me wearing that shirt taken at some point in the 1980s. I no longer have the photo, but I still have the shirt. It’s thin and threadbare now, a couple buttons are missing, and it’s faded to a very light blue that reminds me of Paul Newman’s eyes. I haven’t worn it in a couple of weeks because it’s reached the point where it rips easily. I knew I’d have to replace it eventually, so I bought another blue cambric work shirt a couple of years ago. I’m not sure I’ll live long enough to truly break it in.

Jenn’s taken better care of her favorite shirt. It’s a wee bit creased, but it looks soft and comfortable — the way an old favorite is supposed to be. It’s still got several years of wear left in it. I envy Jenn and the future she has with this shirt.

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