title: Did I Really Change My Underwear Every Day, One Geezer's Handbook for (Temporary) Survival
author:  Larry McCoy 
description: Humor pieces by McCoy have appeared in numerous newspapers, including at least two that are no longer in business. He would like to think there was no connection between their demise and his writing. <i>Did I Really Change My Underwear Every Day?</i> is his first published book. He worked for more than 45 years as a news writer, editor, producer and manager in Chicago, Munich and New York. Many younger journalists have told him how much they learned watching him handle big stories. Even if they didn't mean it, he enjoyed hearing it. A native of Frankfort, Indiana, McCoy is a graduate of Indiana University as is his wife, Irene, a retired copywriter and publicist. They live on Long Island in New York.
zlib_text: **_Bridget_**
  
  “And I’ve still got nothing other than this stupid jumpsuit to wear,” I
  grumbled as we walked towards the canteen after another long day in the
  afterlife. I pinched the waist of my ghastly, sack-like, mauve jumpsuit and
  held it out to the side so Sabrina could see. Like she’d never seen it before.
  Like she didn’t see it every day. Like I didn’t complain and draw her
  attention to it every day.
  
  I still had no clothes except for the ones I’d died in. And that included
  underwear. Which was on a regular wash and wear and wash cycle. I’d been tired
  the previous night and had forgotten to get it out of the washer, so I’d had
  to dry it with a hairdryer that morning. Despite the fact the hairdryer had
  turned itself off, so it didn’t overheat, my underwear had still had that
  uncomfortable not-quite-dry feel all day. I was sure I’d left the canteen that
  morning with a wet knicker imprint on my uniform. Because the afterlife wasn’t
  bad enough already.
  
  “You have nothing else to wea