12 May 2007
Observations of Undershirts
Today is dawned on me as I was getting ready for work, man, I need more undershirts. But that sparked a completely different train of thought as I brushed my teeth and got ready for work. When I was a little shaver (my term for a young man) I used to think my father was goofy for having seemingly hundreds of undershirts. We’re talking A-Frames[1], the classic whites and even coloreds when he was feeling daring. It’s funny when you start to realize that your becoming an old man, heading towards Eric Clapton Town as Henry Rollins would say. So now I know that I must hit the local Target or Wal-Mart and get myself some more shirts, I chuckle slightly but also am trying to come to terms with the fact that I’m getting on in this world. A man I once thought was a dork I now admire for all of his efforts and strength to keep our family together, I only hope when my time comes that I can fill those shoes the same.
fn1. AKA(Also Known As) the wife-beater
