Grazing Rites

Last night I was getting ready for bed when I noticed something that made me rather sad, my blue AE golf shirt had developed a hole; right in the middle of the chest. Its days were officially over.

So what, it’s just a shirt, right?

No, it’s not just any shirt.

It’s a shirt I bought back in my GS days to match a couple Supervisors working under me. It was great fun. We’d walk the grounds in our blue shirts that didn’t look like any uniform item and people would wonder what department we worked for. We posed for some great pictures that year, pictures I submitted to go along with an article I wrote for The Province just last year. So the last time I was in the newspaper I was wearing that shirt.

I wore that shirt to the one and only time I got dragooned into participating in the corporate golf tournament (my long game would make anyone consider resigning in disgrace), I came in dead last but I got some compliments on the shirt and a great picture.

I wore that shirt in Orlando, a trip that resulted in some fantastic photos particularly the one of my girlfriend and me in front of the Universal sign which more-or-less matched the colour of my shirt.

I’m wearing that shirt is 3 of my all-time favorite pictures. I was planning on wearing it in Vegas in November.

Good night sweet shirt, we will never look upon your light again.

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