The three of us wear a lot of plaid flannel. Our local Salvation Army has a particularly good array of plaid shirts for some reason, and flannel has become our unofficial cold weather uniform. However, it’s not often that we wear the exact same plaid all day and nobody notices until dinnertime. In this case, it’s a classic red and black Buffalo check pattern; the guys’ are thrifted, mine is a hand-me-down Cacharel of all things.
In whichthree friends carve out a life and a living in the Rust Belt
Friends and Hammers?