There was a time not that long ago when I did not have new cloths, let alone cloths that would last all through the week without needing to be washed.

I had four pairs of socks, for Christ Sake. last time I checked there were seven days out of the week. Three pairs of jeans; a handful of shirts. You don’t even want to know the boxer-brief situation.

And that was an improvement!

The cloths on my back were, at one time, all I had. And, like one hot-afternoon, was nothing more than a pair of pants. I actually “came-to” wearing nothing but pants. Did not even have socks! That was a hard day. But, if were to be realistic, all those days were HARD days!

There are so many cloths, now. Sure: it pales in comparison to that of a good amount of people, but I feel as if…