It was a warm March here in Carbondale, and I'm sorry to report that the weather has dictated that it is officially mesh jersey season again. This means that, barring extraordinary circumstances (e.g. the state of Illinois passes a law prohibiting mesh jerseys), your father will wear nothing else until the first frost.
I think I preferred the phase where he dressed as a little old lady waiting for the bus.
Or when he pretended to be a high-powered businessman with an invisible cell phone.
Or even when he was a not-quite-sexy, brooding West Coast philosopher.
But I guess I can't complain. At least he's grown out of his non-traditional headgear phase.
I think I preferred the phase where he dressed as a little old lady waiting for the bus.
Or when he pretended to be a high-powered businessman with an invisible cell phone.
Or even when he was a not-quite-sexy, brooding West Coast philosopher.
But I guess I can't complain. At least he's grown out of his non-traditional headgear phase.
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