
Last week we visited a friend in her backyard. Even at twenty feet, she noticed my shirt—about eight years old, full of holes, one cuff hanging by a thread. Our friend asked, “Is that your pandemic shirt?” I didn’t know what she meant. “You wear it in case of Covid, then take it off before entering the house.” I said no, I just liked it. She seemed flus…
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