Before these clothes turn to dust, they should make someone else happy. 

In the camp at Manzanar, the freedom and permanence of the mountains always floated just outside our window.

Building spaceships eventually broke him. 

Before my wife died, my jeans never knew I had an ass.

I glance at the boots and get a little bump of adrenaline. A whole constellation of memories fires. 

"I don't want to work," she complained gently, in that perfect Dutch-accented English, "