What’s big green

and lucky?

During my senior year of high school, I tried to go 90 days without wearing the same t-shirt twice. It was a challenge, a memory game that I played with myself. Plus, I loved t-shirts, had tons of them and knew if I pulled it off, it would be an accomplishment and a story to tell in those certain situations where adding a small personal detail comes in handy.

I would go so far as to say that I was a t-shirt junkie at the time. I would frequent the Honesdale, PA Salvation Army Super Center weekly—searching the cheap racks of color-coordinated shirts that seemed to stretch for miles. I would ask for t-shirts as gifts, buy them on trips and order them from catalogs. I built up quite a collection. But the majority of them came from trips to the Salvation Army.

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