I’m a little neurotic about throwing away a pair of suit pants but believe it is finally time to lay my 15 year old pair of black pinstripe suit pants to rest.
One belt loop is held on with a safety pin, the inside lining is torn and tattered and they’ve been drycleaned so much, the once silky cloth now feels like birthday party streamers. Maybe I should burn them in a flag-burning-like ceremony?
In either case, it’s going to be hard to part with my old friends. We’ve traveled the country together, laughed together and cried together. I’ll take comfort in knowing we’ll be wearing each other one day in Valhalla.