Maybe you have a shirt or some ancient rag you can’t bear to part with? I busted through the elbow of my winter “hoodie” last week. The cuffs are frayed and the right arm is particularly discolored from ranch dirt.
It won’t survive another trip through the washing machine.
I love that Hoodie.
Maybe you have a friend who stood with you even in hard times when fair weather friends fled. Perhaps there were disagreements and hard patches but you still have his back and he yours.
I have walked a lot in my life. It was once a form of transportation. I would go blocks out of my way to pass through older neighborhoods with charm and character and the architecture of a previous age.
Maybe you have a dog nearly two decades old who still charms you everyday. He may wobble a bit when he walks but what the hell, maybe you do too.
I like old things.