Goodwill

I made Christine happy tonight. I put one of my antiquated Red Sox shirts in the Goodwill pile.

It's no statement toward Pedro Martinez. I kind of feel indifferent toward him.

Nor is it about the condition of the shirt (the blue one). Other than a couple of bleach spots I dripped on it when I lived by myself, it's in mint condition compared with some of my others, such as my 1989 Great White concert T-shirt, which has some air holes for those warm summer days working in the yard.

It's more a fact that my T-shirt drawers are getting stuffed. And I was larger when I bought it, and it now fits like a smock.

I hope somebody appreciates it. If nothing else, I'm helping out someone in this economic catastrophe.

Man, how did this post get so depressing?