Dispatches

Hello. EZ State University is south of the Mason Dixon Line, but not one of those good southern schools like UVA or Chapel Hill.

If it is distinguished by anything, it is distinguished by its lack of distinction. My classmates were cheerful suburban kids who enjoyed a beer. Or two.

We stand on the shoulders of giants.

We stand on the shoulders of giants.

We stand on the shoulders of giants

We stand on the shoulders of giants.

We stand on the shoulders of giants.

We stand on the shoulders of giants.

Frank Lloyd Wright designed gas station.

Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks

Pops on Route 66.

Hello Anonymous,

Preppy? At my age the term Trad is preferred. Irregardless as we said in New Jersey, while I did not attend prep school I embraced much of the ahem “preppy” wardrobe. Mainly because the girls I wanted to date at EZState U dated guys who wore the look. So, I ditched my Gram Parsons, Jr. wardrobe and embraced bootleg Izod Lacoste shirts, chinos, and Topsiders. When I was in the workforce I wore Brooks Bros natural shoulder suits regardless of the current fashion because they were the wardrobe of the leaders at work I admired. Plus, traditional clothing removes all “does this tie go with this suit” morning silliness.

It wasn’t until I was well into my fifties that I dressed with any style. That’s when young cousin Dusty introduced me to ReMARKable Rykken and I fell into the bespoke suits and shirts and well made British shoes life. Which I gotta tell ya, was a lot of fun.