Little Things

This is a small thing. Tiny. But. I am once again carrying a handkerchief. There are a variety of reasons why it’s handy, and I probably don’t really need to enumerate them. Suffice it to say, I carried one for the longest time as a young man, then got out of the habit. I don’t know when, and I don’t know why. But I am back. The biggest gain, in my book, is that I will no longer open the washer to find shredded tissue.

Now, if I were an educated man, I might know the history of the handkerchief and recite it here including the etymology of the word handkerchief. But that’s why we have search engines and Wikipedia, to look up that sort of thing. And in case you’re interested, here’s a link. And that saved me a ton of typing and freed brain space for something most likely more important, like how to make rice in a rice cooker. Two to one. Water to rice.

At this moment, all my handkerchiefs are bandanas, but I plan on buying some plain white ones like I had back in the day. And I bet I could even find someone to monogram them for me. I’ve always liked monograms. When I worked, my shirts often had them on the pocket and sometimes on the cuff. It might seem frou-frou but so were French cuffs and I liked them as well. Even my duffel bags are monogrammed. I’d offer to let you sue me, but you might have money to waste and take me up on it.