Dug Dugless and I leave for Dallas today (Cofield comes in early on Wednesday morning).
Here’s what I have to put up with while traveling with Dug. He receives some kind of twisted pleasure by packing what he calls “throw away” clothes. So he saves all his socks, underwear and t-shirts that have holes or are tattered in some other way, and packs them for these trips.
His reasoning is that on the way home he’ll have lighter bags or room for souvenirs.
Is he insane or a genius?
I say insane but having said that I am wearing a really old t-shirt on the plane today that I probably won’t bring back with me.