Dad! I found your pants!
I went to a garage sale a few weeks ago at my son's request. We found a treasure trove of things we wanted/needed. Among them were a pair of kelly green polyester pants. They look just like the ones you (Dad) used to wear when I was in high school. At least that's when I remember seeing them the most (will they ever wear out?!). Yes ,I bought them along with a pile of other shirts and pants in colors ranging from lavendar to mint green. They're all destined for a quilt (say what you like, I love a polyester quilt in the summer time for "outsiding").
Incidentally, I also found something else of yours, Dad. A saying that you gave me quite often as a child. I find myself repeating it to a certain young man in my life. It seems to be sticking and almost always elicts a smile and (for me) a little lump in my throat.
This is how it goes for us:
Mom (that's me): Have A Great Day! Better Yet......(I raise my eyebrows and smile)
Boy (that's Mowg): MAKE ONE! (Big smile and a wave as he turns his back to race onto the playground)
To put it in perspective a little unless I have bribed him the night before this comes after a morning (I almost typed mourning--apropo!) of whining, crying, and yelling. It's a rollercoaster this parenting. I'll don't think I'll ever get over the stomach to the throat changing of things.