By Jim Hagarty
2013
I haven’t had a decent pair of winter gloves in decades. Not that I haven’t had gloves that cost a pretty penny, those coming by way of gifts as I would never spend that much for gloves. But cost doesn’t seem to bear any relation to glovial perfection, apparently. Or maybe I just have ridiculously picky hands.
Whatever the case may be, on Thursday, I found a pair of woolen gloves in the garage that fit my paws perfectly. I loved them. And so, as go many a love-at-first-sight affairs, it was over almost before it began. I lost the darned things last night at the grocery store.
Oh well. We had almost two full beautiful days together and though many a glove will come and go as the years go by, I will never forget them.
But just to be clear. If I see you walking down the street with those gloves on, you are going to wish they had been boxing gloves by the time the dust settles. So if you have them, know that I do want them back and yes, I will pay a ransom.
