Cliff and I went to see George Jones in concert at Ameristar Casino in 2004. Of course, I bought a T-shirt. Then I retired and promptly started putting on weight, and the shirt was consigned to a far corner of a seldom-opened drawer.
When I decided last year that I was going to be fat forever, I got rid of a lot of the clothes that didn't fit me. The jeans that were in good shape went into those boxes where you give your clothes to poor people in other countries. Some clothes went in the trash, which would be a good place for most of my clothes once I'm done with them. There isn't a lot of demand for used sweat pants that are ripped at the seams.
The other day I came upon the George Jones shirt, which still looks good as new even though I bought it nine years ago. Lo and behold, it fit!
choices" and that's the "cold hard truth".
Rest in peace, George.