Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.

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I’m giving away my cherished Michael Jordan jersey tonight. I haven’t worn it in years, and I’m sure someone else will love it more.

Before hopefully enriching another’s life, I wanted to document the story of the garment for my own memories. It was Spring Break in my youth and my mother and grandmother had taken my brother and I to Washington, DC. While perusing the city, I spotted this beautiful white Bulls jersey in a window, and since Spring Break closely aligned with my birthday I implored my grandmother to buy it for me. Thanks to the magnificent woman that she is, I have enjoyed my Michael Jordan jersey for nearly half my life.

I wish it well and that another youth finds joy in it whomever they might be.

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