I have a sweatshirt that I love, and it’s irreplaceable.
It’s from a clothing shop in DC called “Commander Salamander.”
They sold all kinds of funky clothes, many carrying a “salamander” as part of the design.
Mine showed a salamander standing up wearing a pea jacket and ushanka, pipe in mouth, and the caption “KOMRADE SALAMANDER IS WATCHING YOU.”
The “M’s” were Cyrillic characters (their character for “SH”) that looked sorta like “M.” And the “R’s” of course were the familiar backwards “R,” which is actually the Russian character for the sound “YA.”
Years and years of washing have caused it to shrink severely. (Yes–it shrank.) I can still wear it, but it’s not as roomy as I prefer, so I don’t. And it also has some permanent stains (they look like oil) that I have no idea when or where they occurred.
So, over New Year’s I was in DC to see the van Gogh exhibit, and I went back to get a new souvenir (I collect souvenir t-shirts/sweats wherever I go).
Nope. The store had completely changed. It was still there, and the name was the same–but the merchandise was dramatically different.
It was a sex shop.
And if there were any neat salamander clothes, I failed to find them.
But that was my favorite.