The Man in the Brown Flannel Shirt
Dad had a faded flannel shirt that was varying shades of soft brown. It was worn and comfortable and had seen a thousand Saturday...
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This blog is a collection of memoir style essays meant to deliver high saturation vignettes and vivid sensory experiences. A place where writing can witness to life and to living. A toast to the pursuit and practice of Chasing Down Expression.