The wash cloth I used this morning had a decent sized hole in the center. First thought - toss it. Then it made me think of when we were married in 1970 and starting out. It was fun to be out on our own and we didn't miss living at home except for some small things. One of those things was old towels and washcloths. Everything we had was brand new. When it came to cleaning up, waxing the car, etc. we didn't have decommissioned stuff for "rags". Now we have plenty
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