My go-to shirt is about ready to give up the ghost. It’s literally falling apart and now riddled with small holes.
It’s a long-sleeve flannel number, my
go-to. I’ve had the shirt for something near twenty years. The shirt fits me
well and feels like a part of me when I slip it on. I like to wear it when I
feel a chill after first rolling out of bed in the mornings. I like to slip it
on when I’m rolling out the door in cool weather.
This is a shirt that likes to go to
work. To chop wood. To dig in the dirt. It likes to play.
When not wearing it, I hang the shirt
on a rack in the laundry room for ready access.
This shirt, as I mentioned, is in
tough shape. The cuffs are fraying apart. The small holes are growing into big
ones. Honestly, an argument to throw the shirt out could have been launched
five years ago. But I’m hanging on. So is the shirt.
As long as the sleeves remain
attached, we are good to go.
—Mitchell Hegman
These are the absolute best shirts to own. I have one of my dad's that is so worn that it won't withstand another washing so I have had to retire to the safety of a dresser drawer. I turn 50 this year, I have a picture of me and my dad where he is wearing it, I am something like 2, maybe 3 years old.
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