I was also looking for the blood, but like Chrissie points out, the stain seems to have faded.
I´m very pleased with the way they displayed it in the centre and with the wooden board as a backdrop.
Thanks Pete for posting, it almost feels like I was there myself. I hope the shirts will find their way to a more permanent exhibition.
When it came - thirty cents - he pinned it up in his trailer, a brass-headed tack in each corner. Below it he drove a nail and on the nail he hung the wire hanger and the two old shirts suspended from it. He stepped back and looked at the ensamble through a few stinging tears.
"Jack, I swear - " he said, though Jack had never asked him to swear anything and was himself not the swearing kind.
