Out for a night of dancing . . . Canali tropical wool blue blazer; Avenue 21 silk and cotton button-up shirt yellow with blue polka-dots; Loro Piana beige cotton chinos; Trafalgar blue silk suspenders; Southern Scholar calf-length socks blue with white polka-dots; A. Testoni brown brogue lace-up shoes; Apple Watch Hermès Series 10 with Grand H stainless steel watch band. Really not too convinced about this shirt — only the second time I’ve worn it. Something about it looks a little off to me. Maybe it's just a little too yellow?

My buddy Tim and I met for the first time back in 1978. He was the President of his fraternity and they were rushing me as an 18 year old. He remembers it. I remember the party but not him. In 2002 I moved from Virginia to the same town in Oklahoma where he lived and by 2004 we were in the band together and have been two old band mates that argue like an old married couple ever since. Today is the third day I’ve been up to see him in the hospital and he just woke from a biopsy. He and I are like a Felix and Oscar of the Odd couple if you are old enough to remember the tv show. I remember original movie. Tim if not in a half tucked graphic T with non matching yellow socks with sandles, or if he is in an outfit for court (he is the county public defender) that usually resembles a tacky Christmas party -year round. Me- well - you know-perhaps a little different. Nevertheless we are best of friends and we kind of have a Laurel and Hardy reputation when we get to the pub together. To go to the hospital I needed to dress comfortably. The fourth pair of pants I tried on finally found some that weren’t falling off. I grabbed my RL linen pants with my green polo and Native American belt, Pendleton socks, Clark’s black woven shoes and Borealis watch. Worried about my buddy but not letting him know that I am.