Well, today I scored a bunch of socks (yes!!) & boxer shorts that, sadly, I think I can fit. As we went through Grandpa’s shirts, though, I experienced a certain amount of sad reticence because when I looked at certain shirts I could practically see him there in them. There were some shirts that I remember him wearing 30 years ago, as we safari’d through Chinatown for groceries.
When I was 7 I told him I wanted to be a fish cutter when I grew up after I saw an old lady slicing a bigass raw liver at the Kekaulike Street fish market. It just looked so cool. At the time I said that I thought he was laughing out loud because it was such a great idea.
“I think Uncle Sam might like a lot of these shirts,” my grandmother said to me as we surveyed Grandpa’s neatly kept closet.
“Why don’t we keep a few,” I said. “For cold nights.”