Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Last week, following the 6K, I picked up the shirt I earned for my participation. It’s long sleeved; a little heavier material than a t-shirt. It’s also bright orange. Like the kind of orange you’d wear if you were going to kill deer or work on the highway.
I hung the shirt in my closet and, this morning, I decided to wear it for the first time. And, I’m sorry, but it’s just too bright. By 9:00, three co-workers had commented on the shirt’s radioactive brilliance. Thankfully, I have a plain black t-shirt at work, and so I swapped out my upper-torso wear. It’s been a little cold at work in short sleeves today, especially during the Toastmasters meeting, which took place in a room surrounded on two sides by windows. Still, I think the change was prudent. I’ll keep the if-clothes-could-talk-this-shirt-would-be-shouting shirt for when I workout.
Also today:
It’s the thirty-fifth anniversary of the Edmund Fitzgerald’s demise. Here’s an extremely well-made video that includes archival news media, footage of the ship during its final days, and, of course, that great song that knows how rhyme “Gitche-Gumee” like nothing else: