Tag: Fashion

Matters of Style

So while I was tying my neck-tie that morning I suddenly saw myself in the glass: My hair all gray, my face like a sodden pie. 15 So I cursed and cursed: You damned old thing! Eugene Carman in Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters One thing that the last forty-seven years of house …

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Just Not My Style

The other day I rode down the elevator with four suits. I mean, four gentlemen in their nicely coordinated, very formal, suits. I used to dress like that. Used. To. I’ve often told the story, or at least once or twice told the story, of the time that I was at a campaign event. It …

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