Recollection of my mom returning from a buying spree with one of her friends. “Look at what I got for yoouuuuu” she said to me: A shirt of palest pink with tiny delicately sewn in red flowers, and blood red corduroy slacks. Ask me if I ever even tried them on. Then there was my parochial school pal who showed up in Sunday mass sporting a Nehru jacket, matching tight slacks, and a peace medallion. Ask me if I ever saw him wearing those again.
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