People, We Look Like Hell
Appearances are no longer “deceiving.”

Recently, I wrote a story about the hole in my “everyday” pants and what it signifies to me. (That, due to the pandemic and resulting quarantine, the moron in the White House and all of it, I’m having a hard time giving a Flying F.)
Well, the hole is still there. In fact, I think it’s sprouted a sibling. Because I love these…