clubs and cats

My parents are cleaning out their house. Grab your stuff folks or it's headed to Goodwill, the dump, or my mother's booth at the antique mall. I've been getting text messages from mom with photos of my belongings from home and simple questions such as "You want this?" I've learned that I have a limited amount of time to respond or the answer becomes an assumed no and the item is gone. My parents brought a crate full of my old clothes when they arrived on Friday. I only kept two t-shirts.

The following t-shirt represents a big part of high school to me. EA and I became very close friends and created a club named RRC. I don't for the life of me remember what RRC stood for, but it was special to us. I think it had something to do with the big red Chevy truck that I drove us to Hume-Fogg in. Who knows, but we had good times together. I do remember, however, that a lot of the blue paint for the t-shirt ended up on the ceiling of EA's house because it wouldn't come out of the tube so I just squeezed harder and out it came...just like that.

This next little number is a t-shirt from my oldest brother, Warren, given to me years ago when he was a ski instructor at Keystone in Colorado. I think I was about nine years old when I received this shirt. I loved it then and I dig it now.

(the front)

(the back, obviously)

We head to Utah tomorrow afternoon. I am ready. It's been an exhausting and stressful week.