You liked to dress quite nicely for work - Thomas Pink ties and Hugo Boss suits and all that - but on the weekends and in the evenings, you loved to throw on your sweats with a t-shirt.
And you had a strange passion, unparalleled by anyone I know, for t-shirts that we got for free / as part of an event / etc. And you kept them forever.
The morning after Thanksgiving this year, when I came downstairs, you were puttering around in a hideous and misshapen "Furniture Guys" t-shirt. I got that shirt for free, when I was 20 years old and a production intern for some TLC shows.
It kind of became a joke - whenever I came home to visit, whether from Philadelphia, San Francisco, or New York, your loungewear was a kind of code to my history. A Penn shirt was a favorite for a long time, and another I remember seeing you in was a freebie from a production company I worked with in LA called "Tool."
Everywhere I have ever gone, if it was around Father's Day or your birthday, I picked up a Tee, certain that you would like it. Yosemite, Arcadia National Park, a golf shirt from Kiawah...
You had Port Jeff High school t-shirts, and I'm sure I'll find more whenever we find the courage to look through your closet. If nothing else, hard as that task will be, I'll be interested to see which ones you kept. But I'm throwing out the Furniture Guys one. It's had it's day and then some.
Megan x
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