"I Foresee Terrible Trouble...." and Ultrarunning

Well, it's the end of an era.  I've blogged here before about my oldest and favorite garment.

Well. today was its last run:

 

 

 

The collar has pretty much given up the ghost.  I should have something like a flag retirement ceremony and consign the shirt to the flames.

 

I am uneasy, however, about no longer having this trusty garment.  In the immortal words of Steely Dan in "Dirty Work," I foresee terrible trouble unless I quickly rotate in a suitable replacement shirt.