I was recently informed that I have a lot of catching up to do with this blog. I suppose I have been so busy with my day to day life that I've stopped looking for ways to make a difference in someone else's life. It's safe to say that I've been selfish, a feeling that I get each time I do things for myself. That feeling is only magnified when I buy things like clothes. As I cleaned out my closet this past weekend I began to wonder how many clothes could one person have? Over the years my closet has served as a storage unit for my pack rat-like tendancies. It has become a museum for all of my t-shirts that I have acquired over the years that now pass as "vintage." While each shirt serves its purpose as a reminder of memory lane, what function does it serve today? What good do dozens of shirts that I will never wear have? This question led me to my latest deed and that was to take my clothes to the thrift shop on base known to most as the "Airman's attic." It is here that I hope my former clothes find a re-birth on someone else. As I clean out my closet, maybe someone else may be filling theirs.
