I’ve got drawers and drawers full of old T-Shirts. Some are golf shirts, some real fancy and most of them have the names of the clients that gave them to me when I went in and did a safety presentation for them. A lot of the T-Shirts have names of places we visited. Today I wore a shirt with the Great Wall of China on it. I bought it in the open market when I walked up a mess of steps and walked along the wall. Yesterday I wore a Duke Basketball shirt and a fellow at Subway said he didn’t like it. I said I didn’t like it much either but somebody gave it to me and, what the hey, waste not, want not .I have a Carolina shirt I like better. I have a shirt from Prudhoe Bay on the Arctic Sea that a contractor gave me for doing an extra program for his group when BP Amacom hired me. I’ve worked in all fifty United States and all of the Canadian Provinces. For me most of those shirts are wonderful memories. I no longer wear those that are not extra large. Somewhere there are Army and Navy and Marine Corp and Air Force shirts. Those are really fond memories. It is funny a guy brings home from being on the road for so long. Medals and plaques and photos and testimonial letter and I have a framed notice with a seal that proclaims I am a genuine Arkansas Traveler and it was signed by Governor Bill Clinton many years ago. There is a little brass gas pump from the Michigan Petroleum Association as a memoir of the night I substituted for then President Gerald Ford at their conference banquet in 1988. Oh that is some memory. A guy accumulates so much stuff when he’s on the road speaking. And then I look around the room and I ask myself, “But what are you doing today, Art?” And I reply, “I’m getting out a newsletter like I have since 1988. As you all can see, I still haven’t got it right.
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