God has his ways of slowing me down when I need it. And I’ve been blessed to be laid low for the past week with an absurd respiratory thing. Blessed in that I got it while off from work and LFG was with her mom and grandparents in Florida.
And I needed some slowing down obviously. The other week while my Saab was still in the ICU I rented a car from Avis. A full sized four door is always waiting on my arrival wherever and my local rental was no different. Butcept they put me in one of those police cars. Crown Vic kinda thang and it’s got a wee bit more power than the Swedish muscle car.
Having not gotten a speeding ticket in twenty years I figured hell, it’s about time for one. The good news is that the nice motorcycle officer who got me red handed kindly reduced my reckless driving caliber infraction (49mph in a 25mph zone) down to 44mph so that I could avoid being arrested. I fear incarceration. My work here in the outside world is not yet done.
I might have exited the house four times in the past week and that’s far from my norm. But finally, and this lets you know that I wasn’t quite myself, I decided that I needed another pair of pajamas to be respiratorally compromised in. And I started thinking flannel so I put flannel sheets on my lonely, lonely bed. Yes, I’ve been a sick man. When my thoughts focus on donning flannel pajamas as opposed to scheming on how to shimmy out of a pair, sumpin’s askew.
So I rolled over to Brooks Brethren to snag a pair at 25% off. Butcept the nice Brethren associate wouldn’t let me stop right then. Amidst my wobbly constitution, the reality of classic Brethren buttondowns at just north of a buck and a half for three, made manifest. Made in America manifest too. So I pounced on the best collar roll still, in the world. The pink oxford is still unique but my first pink BBOCBD back in the early 80's was a richer pink. So was I. Shut up.
As I disentangled myself from the mother church trad tentacles, another test was throwed my way. This one involved ancient madder. Stunning trad examples of ancient madder neckwear at 40% off. All involved promised me that I could go home and don the p.j.’s if I’d simply select two ties and pay up. So I did and I did.
That’s all I got time or energy for tonight. Got a big first day in the office and then an afternoon date with a gal named LFG. Science project stuff and a poetry assignment. Bliss I tell you. But stay tuned ‘cause after I return from Dallas I’ve got some stories up my sleeve for you. Including…
An apology for not giving this little books it’s due.
- An update on my day trip that I’m gonna take this week to see Larry McMurtry’s hometown of Archer Texas for my damn self.
- Odd Vests…why wear them?
- Brooks Brothers Button Down Collar Roll…The John O’Hara—George Frazier Perspective.
- Trad Shoes for Women.
- Panties or Not?
- Bringing Back the Poll Tax—Pros and Cons.
I’d be open for suggestions on what y’all want me to lie to you about. I’m beginning to run a little low on ideas.
Onward. Driving a Stoli V8