Here we discuss the infallible will of Paul's closet to forcefully drape Paul in shirts from decades gone by.
We are Paul's Co-workers and we observe the shirt everyday. The only thing that I am more sure about than Paul's poor taste in linen, is that he is a great sport!
All things have a beginning, and well, this is the beginning.
Not nearly the triumphant screaming of “I am Shirt, Hear me Roar!” that many of us were expecting, but none the less it is Cranberry; a color typically reserved for Macs.
