The Sweater The year was 1990-something and I was in eighth grade. In search of a top to go with my old, faded Levi’s, and living with my grandparents at the time, old sweaters were the in thing. Where splatter-paint t-shirts, turtlenecks, and Reeboks were in high demand. But, I’d found it, the perfect sweater, which belonged to my grandfather and smelled like smoke tobacco and longevity. The neck was loose and it didn’t fit quite right, but I loved it. A navy blue, cream,