Saturday, January 8, 2022

Being Of An Age

My brother and I were going through some stuff in a closet at my Dad's house, when he mentioned he wanted to keep one of the good wooden hangers. His wife, who entered as he said this, said flatly, "All wooden hangers are the same." Immediately, the two of us launched into a fifteen minute explanation about why all wooden hangers were not created equal.

We finished the job but as I walked away; I felt a strange urge to do anything that would make me feel young enough to not know what a good wooden hanger is.


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