When Drew wears this shirt, all I think about is my Grandpa Toot. He wore flannel shirts sometimes, smelled like cigarettes, coffee, and the outside air. His face was often scratchy when we gave him raspberries on his cheek. He was either in his chair watching tv, or at the kitchen table - but sometimes he was in the basement and would allow us to join him. He was always working on a project but he had a special area for us to use a hammer and nails - what a treat! He had a laugh like a cartoon character and cleaned his plate like a magician. He didn't say much, but he didn't have to - he was there and he loved us - it went without saying.