I was digging through David’s stuff to find something to wear to a theme party tonight, and I came across his fraternity gear from Penn State.
David shoved this in the back of the closet because he didn’t want to get any sticky questions from his Civil Air Patrol cadets.
It wasn’t for prescribing Nyquil, put it that way.
I also came across Han Solo and a t-shirt from his childhood.
David was a total packrat. There was Star Wars memorabilia in the garage and the house, but I couldn’t haul it all to Toronto, so I kept only a few choice items. I think David was 10 years old when Star Wars mania hit.




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