The first time we went to Seattle it was for a conference Dean was attending. It was in early August and the kids were still living with us. Clare was 15 and Andrew was 13. We must have gone to Pike Place Market as a family because at one point I noticed Andrew whispering to Dean. Later I noticed that Andrew had something hidden in his shirt.

Later in August, on my birthday, Andrew presented me with the tee shirt — one that I had remarked upon in our jaunts around the city. He also surprised me with a large, red Seattle’s Best coffee mug.

I write this today because I’m getting rid of the tee shirt. It is fraying at the neck and has two largeish holes in front (at just about nipple height). I know where to find another shirt like this because I bought Andrew a red sweatshirt with the same illustration a few years ago, but it would not be the same. I’ve worn this to bed for years, but the location of those holes on front are just plain immodest. Goodbye When it rains we pour tee shirt! You always made me smile!