A T-shirt that really does run in the family

The above is, believe or not, a T-shirt I wore during the time of the 1976 Olympics. That's my seven-year-old son wearing it. Courtesy of excessive laundering over time, a large-ish shirt that fit me at the time is now just right for him. Click on the link below to see more in my peculiar T-shirt queue.

Comments

[Paul]

OMG, I had that shirt! In fact, it was the one I was wearing when I crashed my bike (in my driveway, no less) and had to get stitches over my left eye. And all I was worried about was whether or not the blood would come out of the shirt.

I still have the scar, but not the shirt. Thanks for the memory!

[John]

Jeeper, for a second there, Paul, I thought you were gonna suggest I swiped your bload-soaked shirt to take home!
Cheers -
J

[Paul]

Hmmmm... I hadn't considered that possibility, but now you're a suspect! But if that's the one, you've got a heck of a stain remover.

Isn't it amazing to find an item that can survive infinite washings? I still have a beach towel with my mom's maiden name stitched onto it - and she's been married 40 years.