Yes, I am aware this is a terrible photo and you can’t see a thing. But let me tell you a little story about that brown blob in the bottom there.
A little over a year ago I was out “helping” a friend with an oil change in the alley, and the gal started bleeding all over the place, the truck not the friend, oil, not blood, so I dashed inside and grabbed a rag ..rags in my house are usually shirts I’ve ruined, usually within the first 3 wearings, this one I had spilled bleach on, and we sopped up the black gold and like good environmentally conscious people threw it in the dumpster.
This morning on a walk in an alley one block away, an alley I cruise every week, there was my shirt, laying in the middle of the road. My same brown, Old Navy, 3/4 sleeve with the tell tale bleach stains, WITH an oil funnel sitting on top.
One year later.
Dumpster Diving Hoarders or Major Time Warp? You decide.
So I swear this wasn’t just a feel good story—I read it some legit place. I SWEAR.
A woman had a favorite tiger emblazoned jumper when she was younger. It had her name written on the inside of the collar, for when she took it to camp. Eventually she outgrew it and donated it.
Cut to many years later and she is doing relief work in Africa, and sees a child running around in a tiger emblazoned jumper. She pulls the kid aside, checks the collar, and SURE ENOUGH.
True story.
I swear?
Love that story. Reminded me of a very similar story in my own family. My grandfather served in WWII, then settled in Florida in the 1950′s. We have a very unique last name, basically all people with this last name in the US are direct relatives. Most of the family has been from the Chicago area.
My parents college friend found my Grandfathers name patch stitched flight suit in a thrift store in California and returned it to my dad in the 1980′s.
Pretty cool.