My husband wore gray sweat pants every day back in our college days. Or so it seemed. There were the occasional khaki pants and button-downs for a class presentation, but overall, he preferred a nice pair of gray sweats. He drove an old beat-up white jeep with a black replacement door on the driver’s side. The metal hinges were cracking, so he would lift on the door before it would open. I had to go downtown to find him when […]
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