way back in the day, there was a short-lived craze where men…and boys…and even some females…purchased and wore military surplus coats, hats, scarves…and yes, even military grade wool. wool socks. wool hats. wool thick enough to hold off a Siberian windstorm at 20 below zero. but at many surplus stores, the latter usually came in the form of these super-itchy blankets the color of a conglomerate of SOS pads.
so perhaps I was feeling a bit nostalgic when I purposed to purchase a nice pair of thermal wool underwear to place on the peak of my waffle-knit-wear mountain in the corner of my bedroom…something to throw on for a special occasion, like during a Level 4 doomsday warning.
after searching and searching for ages… I parked the car, closed the laptop lid, and hunkered down in a fit of reality- – for there was no wool in the end, and certainly not for my back end. No wool socks for under $40 a pair. No wool hat in the old familiar places. Not even a discarded mark-down on the shelves at TJ Max. And certainly, no 100% wool long underwear.
like a weary man settling for a day-old bag of waffle fries, I resigned myself to synthetic.
on a cold and lonely night, I will still be shivering, watching the cars go by as the snow falls outside, as I tape the last .5 millimeter thick material on the windows. and as the lamps alight, and the Christmas lights blink, I will sit down to drink a cup of hot chocolate and daydream…back to the days when the army surplus store sold those itchy grey blankets…