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*****What’s A Patrice?*****

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Over the years, I’ve had many Patrice’s…..

And they have all been my friends…..

…..it’s a sadness when one passes…..

…..it’s not really a death…..it’s more of a sloughing process…..

…..sometimes they are held together more by the darning than by the original seam-work or fabric…..

But it’s always a poignant  &  sad moment…..

So many memories are etched/carved/stained (and sometimes burned) there…..

…..they all have their special personalities and quirks…..

Some hike-up on one leg or the other…..some bibs choke…..some habitually hang low with slipping suspenders…..

They all ferment a nasty variety of fluff permanently shoved down in the dark recesses of their pocket corners…..I call it nuclear-lint…..

…..(but quirks make us individuals)…..

All of my Patrice’s are individuals…..

I salvaged some denim remnants from her rolled-up cuffs for future patching…..

I cut off an extra pocket for possible re-use…..but honestly…..

…..this Patrice (No.16) was thoroughly spent…..

I almost needed a hazmat-suit for her final farewell…..

…..still sad though…..

She’d been through a lot…..

…..it was her time…..

But you know…..when I pulled out the already broken-in #17…..

…..I realized Patrice No.17 had seen better days as well…hmmmmm…..

At least when I patch this Patrice the stitching won’t fall out of disintegrating fabric…..

So this “new” Patrice and I are ready to go…..

…………………………..Let The Good Times Roll…………………………..