When I was a very young boy--5-7 or so--my grandfather would pick me up to go downtown. We wore coats and ties if not full suits, even hats. We would get our shoes shined and attend to whatever. It was expected that men would dress appropriately when out on the town, even during the day.
I miss those days and I really hate it when men do not remove their hats at the dinner table.
And even now I do not dress like cleaning out the garbage unless I am cleaning out the garbage.
I just like to dress well; my grandfather would approve. That's why I like the Fall best--it's easier to be a spiffy dresser when you can do tweed and sweaters. Ha.
Jim Killman
Writer, Philosopher, Teacher of English and Math, Soldier of Fortune, Bon Vivant, Heart Transplant Recipient, Knight of St. Andrew (among other knighthoods)
Freedom is not free, but the US Marine Corps will pay most of your share.
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