you, my loyal readership, are just going to help me perpetuate this,
aren't you? I keep getting submissions and promises of such - much
more than I would have expected or hoped for, and now I don't know
when I'll ever get to my bright purple "NASHVILLE" tshirt with
brighter multicolored letters that my dad got in some airport when I
was in high school that I've never worn. (Really, Dad, did you WANT
me to get beaten up?)
Before we get to that particular bit of loveliness, and while we're on
the subject of Dad, we're going to feature this week a lovely piece
from my brother. As I've mentioned in the header of this blog, he's
no stranger to the color. This recent photo was taken at work on
Halloween. What you don't know is that this is not some getup he
purchased for the occasion. No, dear readers, this is left over from
his early 1990's DJ work in clubs.
So while I may have owned a pair of pants this color, and a bunch of
odd shirts, he has the whole suit. We salute you, Fingers, in your
bold pioneering of fashion.
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