If you read my previous blog you would know about my great golf shirt.

I thought it’s day was done.  It was dirty and sweaty and had a lot of stains and holes that were becoming rips.

But Pat washed it and ironed it and laid it out to dry.  It is a beautiful white golf shirt.  It is almost like a precious baby blankie.

This shirt will not go to that rag pile in the sky.  Granted Pat tells me I can only wear it where no one she knows will be see me, but it will have a life.

Actually I think it is an environmental golf shirt. Lots of ventilation holes and absolutely no concern about the possibility of spilling pasta sauce on it (granted no chance it will be allowed at any dinner table where Pat is present).