End Of Several Eras.

The week I graduated Maryland, I bought a sweatshirt. It was extra comfy, and since that day, I’ve worn it constantly, and never been without it. It’s my Wilson.

But sadly, the end is near, and this style of sweatshirt is no longer made. You know, if I could go back in time, the first thing I’d do is buy two sweatshirts. Killing baby Hitler falls to second place.