Thursday, February 11, 2016


My grandfather's shearling jacket has lost every one of its buttons, and there is no way that I'm going through the next couple of days without my heaviest coat, so I run downstairs to take it across the street to the laundry to see if they can sew the buttons back on, and maybe clean it.

I run into my downstairs neighbor on my way out and he's coming in.  "I'm just getting this cleaned," I say for some reason, indicating the jacket. He smiles pleasantly, but it's clear he's wondering why I'm telling him.

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