The
other day I cleared out under the bathroom sink and thought I’d get credit for
getting rid of stuff. “But really, Bobs, you gotta do that anyway.”
Today, however, I want credit for getting rid of clothes that have been
hanging unworn for years. Off they go to the church rummage sale or to my
daughter to put on Ebay or sell at her neighborhood yard sale.
I
couldn’t, however, get rid of the tartan skirt that my mom wore every Christmas
Eve for as long as I can remember. 
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