Treasures in Old Boxes

Yesterday Trevor was cleaning out when he came across something that he deemed a treasure.

"Look at this T-Shirt!" he yelled as he burst into the office.
"Isn't it AWESOME?!"

There he was, holding up my ancient Jackson Browne shirt. And it really is ancient. My friend Loren made it for me when I was 16 or 17. The guy I was seeing at the time was not very amused that some other guy was making gifts for me, but I was! Loren was a good friend :-)

I'm not really sure where all that shirt has been over the last 25 years but I wouldn't have known it was in a basket somewhere in the attic here. I promise, I don't usually haul old t-shirts all over the world. And this one looks like it has seen better days. No holes--that's good. Silkscreening still in good shape--that's good. But stained? Oh my! The whole thing looks kind of beige now from many small stains smearing into one.

But Trevor was absolutely taken with it. He says he's going to wear it at his next gig. I'm hoping I can get it off of him to wash it before that.

What we pass on to our kids can be so random and weird, some of it embarrassing or even detrimental.

I must say that I'm proud to have passed on to Trevor a passion for the music of Mr. Browne.