Digging through storage boxes, I came across the only Peace Sign necklace I wore in high school. Think I found it in some hippie hole in Bozeman when I was looking for weird paperback books. I was embarrassed that it looked so crude and handmade. As opposed to the zippy-trippy ones I saw kids in CA wearing.
Now that’s the very quality that endears it to me. Hanging so you can see it while looking at the Xmas tree.