'I must be shutting up like a telescope.' [Alice in Wonderland]

I wish my tshirt collection was small enough to fit into the bureau in tonight's graphic, coming to us thanks to Kathleen, a cyber-friend who I finally had the pleasure of meeting in person on Friday. She and Jack joined Elmer Elevator and myself for an evening of fun and frivolity that included a stellar show at Pearl Street by Medeski, Martin & Wood and ended in the wee hours of the morning. Kat makes these charming tiny art pieces.

Meanwhile posting is off today because I spent my lunch hour reviewing moving bids and talking to realtors. I spent a long time last night looking at tshirts. I rarely wear them and I have dozens I can't part with for silly sentimental reasons. The one I literally bought off Abbie Hoffman's back for $8 in 1987 goes without saying. My ACLU shirts are coming even though I'll probably never wear them and what do with all the band shirts?

I collected a lot of tshirts in over a decade of 'angeling' local bands. So what would I leave behind? My 1992 Angry Johnny? The 93 Herschler Brothers? Ed Vadas' 50th Birthday Party? One of the last surviving tshirts from the Baystate Hotel that I only own through the largesse of Paul Shoul? Can't do it. Some memories are just too precious to leave behind, no matter how big a box it takes to hold them. It's still a load I'm willing to carry.