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Originally posted by Expert308:
I used to have fleece-lined one that I wore in cooler weather. I loved it but I, I mean, it shrunk. Yeah that's it, it shrunk. Just around the middle. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

Same damn thing happened to me. All my older suits I had hanging in the closet randomly shrunk on me. I didn't wash them or anything. They just all got smaller, especially the pants, almost exclusively the pants.

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Originally posted by Skins2881:

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Originally posted by Expert308:
I used to have fleece-lined one that I wore in cooler weather. I loved it but I, I mean, it shrunk. Yeah that's it, it shrunk. Just around the middle. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

Same damn thing happened to me. All my older suits I had hanging in the closet randomly shrunk on me. I didn't wash them or anything. They just all got smaller, especially the pants, almost exclusively the pants.

Me too, probably has something to do with climate change ???

Yeah , climate change . That must be it .

I’d feel pretty comfortable hanging out in the yard…

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Originally posted by trapper189:

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Originally posted by a1abdj:
So.....Why must you "shelter in place" because the police are looking for somebody wearing a denim jacket?

Would you want to be around someone who had just committed a crime of fashion?

For the win !

Long time ago at my old house it wasn't uncommon for the police to light up the neighborhood searching for perps at night by helicopter and cruisers. One night in particular they were concentrating on my block, and more in particular in my backyard and neighbors' houses. That night I sat in the center of my living room in a rocking chair with a police shotty and a full size HG until they left, taking the larger part of an hour or more iir. Sometimes I would call them and ask them for specifics, and it was usually stuff like robbery suspects and the like. Back then gas station and quick stops were popular targets in the area, along with auto theft, armed robbery, and murder in parking lots. It was nice to get out of that neighborhood, though it wasn't like that when we first arrived. I recall doing that several times at that house, though that particular night was the longest and most intense. Wife and kids were upstairs, then only way to enter the house via downstairs doors, garage, and windows. Believe you me that perp would not have been too happy to see me that night. My guess is he would not have been to happy to meet any number of men in their houses that night, since it was a working man's neighborhood, and for those that weren't into guns or hunting, I'm pretty sure any perp breaking in would have been heartily greeted with a pipe wrench or baseball bat.

Another time a neighbor friend of ours in that same neighborhood, who lived three doors down on my street, walked across the street from his own house to a house directly across the street from his, where a teenage man was holding his girlfriend hostage with a handgun, and he physically disarmed and locked the kid up into some kind of pretzel, and dragged him out to the street and delivered him to the police when they finally arrived. I had an extra amount of respect for him after that. He as an old fashioned tradesman, worked like a dog, and took care of his family the best he could. He died early after a life of hard living. We used to help each other with various projects, he was one tough son of a gun.