Easily the most amazing piece of clothing ever to grace this establishment. Middle-aged woman, looked a little bit like Joan Cusack with glasses, wearing a somewhat faded sweater, possibly crocheted or macramed or something so that the stitches seemed rather large, that was absolutely overwhelmed by the majestic head of a bald eagle. I only caught sight of it as she was leaving in the hotel, but luckily she came back to ask a question. While she was saying whatever it was she was talking about, I studied the garment more closely. The front of the sweater, buttoned, would have held an equally discolored close-up of Lady Liberty. The sleeves were comprised of a rather confused stars and stripes motif. I expressed admiration for her plucky, unwavering sweater. She thanked me, and proceeded to tell the story of that little sweater all the way from it's birth in her friend's shop in rural Ohio until she unwrapped it under the Christmas Tree all those years ago. Her husband knew just what she liked!
As she left, I heard an old man, sitting with a woman whom I couldn't peg between his wife and his daughter, murmur, "That was a nice sweater"
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