By Jim Hagarty
I am just now reading a book about how people become attached to physical objects and can’t give them up. I agree with the central theme of the book and I introduce as evidence the two pairs of shorts shown above.
I took this photo of my two most cherished articles of clothing just before I lowered them down – to the bottom of the garbage can. All I can do now is wish them RIP but it doesn’t stand for rest in peace. It represents the many rips and tears my shorts have suffered this summer. The end came quickly. I knew it had to be done. I went out and bought two new pairs of shorts today.
The shorts above came into my life about 10 years or so, purchased in advance of some special event where people I wanted to impress would be sauntering about. It must have been very special event as I am a reluctant new clothes buyer.
Since then, the shorts have gone with me everywhere but this summer, a tiny rip here, an insignificant hole there, and the death watch was on. Still, as shabby as they were, I wore them everywhere. People were beginning to stare when I walked into stores and restaurants. I worried I would show up in one of those YouTube videos that show the hideous things people wear to Wal-Mart.
A shout-out to clothesmaker Denver Hayes.
You done well, Denver.
You done well.
