Unless he was dressed up to go somewhere important, my grandpa always wore pinstriped bib overalls, stiffly starched but unbuttoned at the sides because he didn’t like to feel they were tight on him. Light gray or worn white t-shirts soft from many, many washings were always the shirt of choice. No nonsense, working clothes. … Continue reading Grandpa’s Garage
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