I relocated a few of Dave’s things to Saint Louis. There was Jerry's final draft (which I am still reading), several old Mad magazines, and then two other things.
Mom's Whale Mugs.
Mom, as you may remember, had limited use of her arms because of the polio. One arm had a good elbow but a hand that didn't work, the other had a bad elbow but a good hand. When her friends bought her a heavy mug for Christmas, she explained that perhaps they could enjoy the mug when they had their regular breakfasts at her house, but it was too heavy for her. And then they bought her the heaviest whale mugs imaginable for years and years, the end, until she died. They took some of the whale mugs, and Dave and I divvied up the remainder.
So now my collection has doubled.
The NASA shirt.
I didn't even know Dave had a NASA t-shirt until I was sorting through all his clothes, and I saw it, and immediately said "Mine."
This thing is gossamer. I believe once it was a normal t-shirt and then all the warp wore off, or the woof. (Wooft? Weft?)
I wore it to work during one of our rebellious roundneck Fridays. (Every day is casual Friday now, so on Fridays we can only relax by wearing t-shirts.)
I said "Check out my cool NASA shirt."
Half the team has the same shirt. I thought I was special.