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Column: Tink’s run-down wardrobe is the real skeleton in closet
Ronda Rich
Ronda Rich
When Tink came South toting all his worldly possessions, included in the myriad of boxes were some of the ugliest shirts I’d ever seen. Until Tink began to happily pull the beloved plaid shirts from storage, I don’t believe I had ever looked at a man’s shirt and thought, “Yuck.” There was plenty of yuck in those boxes.