Thrift

A few years ago the New York Times magazine ran a great piece following a t-shirt from a New York thrift store to an African market. We have taken our place in that cycle, from the sacks I delivered to the Salvation Army during our move to the shirt I am wearing today. I bought it out of a pile on the street in Chipata for 1500 kwacha, about 40 cents. It had a thrift tag stapled on marking it down from a buck seventy nine. I washed it but it still smells like a thrift store. Trevor saw a guy in a shirt from Tuscaloosa, where we went to grad school. Soon we will see something we donated ourselves and will have to decide if we should buy it back.