 I didn't want to disappoint her, so I said, sure, I'll take them. I knew I would never wear them. Classic cars are not my thing. But I graciously accepted her gift. The shirts were, after all, a nice reminder of my father-in-law. Later that summer, I attended my niece's high school graduation open house. There, hanging on display in their garage, was a quilt made of the various school sports jerseys my niece wore over the years. It was unique and inspiring.