Nighthawk,
Just interesting…exackery my modis operandi. I buy my T-shirts for fifty cenbts at the Dog Thrift store. I cut the sleeves off my t-shirts and they become hankies or wrags. I go to town without a jacket, sleeveless t-shirt and blue jeans with no long johns, and steel towed boots! Amazing the coincidence.
Recently I’ve grown tired of trying to explain I am not crazy…it is a short walk from my truck to inside the post office…etc. And it’s not snowing inside! I still go there as normal.
But when I go to a fly club function…like tomorrow night…very informal…I put on a shirt just to not have to deal with the comments. Doesn’t work! Now they say…LOOK, Jim has a shirt on. Ya can’t win. (and I am very uncomfortable with the sleeves…not used to it)
Amazing similarity. Sorry to drift off topic, it’s just that…that described me so much to a T I couldn’t resist commenting to you about.
Sorry gang.
Jim