This past Saturday on the way home from a distant land called Maryland,
I turned from a side street into a shopping center,
not knowing what was there.
I thought I might grab a quick bite of something,
but the prospects were not good.
There standing boldly in front of me was a massive Value Village Thrift Store.
It felt epic and I felt sixteen again,
a world where skinny jeans and slim fit shirts never existed.
The Value Village of my youth in Alexandria, Virginia is long gone.
It had the misfortune of being too close to a metro station.
I went to an all boys catholic high school
where along with an “advance always” mindset,
a coat and tie were required.
Why go through my dad’s clothes that no longer fit him
when I could go through everyone’s dad’s clothes that no longer fit them?
Memories of one fun thrifty friend’s outfit,
plaid shirt, plaid pants, plaid jacket and plaid tie.
Yup, that meets dress code.