I think it happened in 1976, maybe 1977. I was still in the newlywed mindset bumbling about each day trying to get a handle on waking up next to a young woman.
For the previous 25 years in my childhood home, I had grown up with a clothes hamper. It was a nice container with a flip-up lid just outside the door to the only bathroom in our
house. Everyone put their dirty clothes in it.
Surely everyone had a hamper at their home I assumed.
It seemed like the perfect Christmas gift for Kathy. It was so handy and it would keep our bedroom nice and tidy.
I'll never forget the expression on her face when she tore off the colorful wrapping paper. It was
identical to this: