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.