Today is “80s day” at my son’s school, Mesa Elementary. As I rummaged through an old box of t-shirts looking for something that might fit the bill, I reflected on the memories associated with each one. There was my “Shick 3-on-3″ sleeveless T, a reminder of the regional basketball tournament, at which I and my two teammates got completely destroyed (yes, the games were really that ugly). But that was in the 90s. Another sleeveless T, this one from a 1984 Thomas Dolby concert at Macky Auditorium. But it’s kind of esoteric and has pastel colors on it, and it just looks like the kind of shirt that would get your ass kicked if you wore it to school. Not speaking from experience, of course. Voila. A classic 3/4 sleeve gem from Yes’ 90125 tour. As did most $30 concert t-shirts back then, it shrunk and unraveled almost immediately after its first washing. But I hung on to it anyway. And now I know why.
And it’s not a bad fit at all given he’s a 6 year old wearing what was sold to be a grown man’s Yes concert t-shirt.
Parenthetically, nobody actually knew who Yes was once we got to school. But I assured him that some old teacher or parent at some point during the day would tell him that his shirt completely and totally rocked.
And I kid you not, as he was walking into the school after our goodbye hug, I heard a dad approximately as ancient as I am yell in his direction, “Yes! That ROCKS!”.
