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When did all my suits become double breasted? Have I not been wearing suits all the time for the past 8 years? When was the last time I wore a suit? When was the last time you saw someone sporting one? Am I not a fashion maven I purport my self to be?

Going through my closet this evening produces my go-to suit (which I look fabulous in...). But also an alarmingly high number of double-breasted brethren. Each one like a mini-history lesson: There is Mr. Grey Pinstripe, I was going to get a job doing macro economic assements (aka: guessing). Turns out not a big demand.

There is Mr. Blue Pinstripe, he's the one I weathered through the suspenders fad. I can only shake my head and ask what were we thinking?... I recall the happy occasions, weddings, bar-mitzvahs and GLA meetings (Good Looking Anonymous...).

There is the, "hey, Mel, what do you think of this suit?" from Worcester Outlets. Wore through in like 3 wearings. Sad, very sad, cause it looked so good on... Ok, maybe it is not so much me looking good as it is feeling good.

Then again, it is said it st is not how you feel, but how you look. And I look marvelous...

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I thought I asked you not to use that picture of me ...

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