This is one of two shirts that were plucked from "Misha's Yard Sale" by Jane, who in turn gave them to me. Misha was a neighbor of Tom and a good friend of Jane's who left for Florida to be with Ken. Misha decided two things. One, that she was going to mail her stuff to her new home in Florida instead of renting a truck. Two, that she wasn't going to need everything. So, Tom and Jane and probably whoever else stopped by got some loot. I was not there, but I still ended up with this and the body building shirt thanks to Jane.

I have never been to Key West. I did take a trip down to Fort Lauderdale and Miami, though. Spring Break 2002. How can I ever forget? I had a good time with a clear mind to thank for the memories.

Among other things, I received a free meal thanks to donor Mary Pat at Chili's. At this free meal, I had the best corn on the cob ever. Even now, I am reluctant to have corn on the cob because I do not see how it can match that particular ear. I do not eat at Chili's very often at all because I am too cheap, in case the reader has not noticed by now.

When I do eat at Chili's, however, it tends to be memorable. I started the innovation of feeding Julie one time at Chili's, and I was also treated by a few classmates of a class I had that was taught by Dr. Sracic. I never take notes in class, but that was seen as particularily great to some of my classmates for some reason. It is a shame that I never saw any of those particular classmates ever again. Enough about Chili's.

Tourism shirts can be so tacky. I remember I had an Ocean City, Maryland, shirt that I bought as my only souvenier from a trip I took when I was 14. I did pay for the shirt, but there is another reason that it will not make the archive.

See, when I was a working sixteen year-old I had an accident at work. I was a dishwasher at a local catering hall. Since people get all bent out of shape over food, they like to have every single article that touches their food to be clean. Down the dishwashing line came a salad bowl. I looked in the bottom and could not tell whether or not the brown spot was chocolate or rust. I asked donor Brian, and then afterwards slipped. I woke up in the emergency room with my Ocean City shirt cut in half. That is all of the story that the public needs to know.

The rest of the story is deception on the part of the catering hall. It is amazing how quickly a place will conform to code when something bad happens.