Mulling things on my morning ramble
with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
If I was a collector, I would never have worn it. The hoodie would have went instantly into careful storage.
But I pulled it on this morning without much of a thought, other than a general gratefulness for a morning cool enough for a hoodie.
Back in May of 2009, I covered the first IHSA bass fishing championship for high school kids at Carlyle Lake.
I worked my ass off and didn't have time to do anything or spend money, so on the final day, I had a couple $20 bills not doing anything in my right pants pocket.
Running back after the final weigh-in, I bought an Illinois High School Association Bass Fishing State Finals hoodie.
At $35, it was a bit overpriced, but it was quality work, a well-designed hoodie.
Back home the next week, I threw it on one evening and grabbed some groceries at Kroger, only to have a kid ask me about it.
The kid, well a strapping young man, was Nate Bass, first high schooler to weigh in a bass in the state championship.
I understand the value of collecting.
But I like using things even more.
On the back side of the town pond, I found the third hedge apple of the week. I picked it up and brought it home.
I am building a collection for my wife, who believes in the magical powers of hedge apples.