A very old Champion sweatshirt.

Story to come later…


This was left behind in my abode in college. By a gal I had a serious crush on. The first one in the UVa days in Charlottesville.

She was the second woman I ever kissed. 

She left this behind one night. It actually belonged to a guy she was dating.

For some reason, I still have it.

It’s a fond memory, and I guess in 1991 or 1992, it made perfect sense to hold on to it. 

I went to her first wedding.

Didn’t go to her second one.

Doubt I’ll go to her third.

Life is strange sometimes.

As am I.