My dad was a man who loved plaid, all plaid but really flannel plaid. I don’t know when this affair began but I imagine a toddler running around in plaid. When he died a few years ago, my mom gave me some of his shirts. At the time I was unsure what to do with them. But as time passed I knew I wanted his grandkids to remember him as I did… in plaid. So for each of the grandkids an animal was made of Pa’s plaids. These are some of them.