The story of my blue wool shirt

I have one old blue wool shirt. I wore it already in the 1980s. When I was in Leningrad in March 1989 I wore it in one hotel restaurant where we met a few Soviet persons when we had a little party. I had it when I was in Michigan and then elsewhere in the USA in the 1990s. I had this blue wool shirt when I lived in my auto in Miami and elsewhere in America. And the years have passed and I still have this my blue wool shirt when I ride my bicycle here in Eastern Finland not far from the Russian border. I wore it when I today discussed with a couple of JWs in my little town. And I wear it now when I am writing this message. This is the story of my old blue wool shirt, it is over 34 years old.

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You forgot: it’s really itchy. Maybe not anymore.

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