by Martin Wiles @LinesFromGod
“Don’t take this the wrong way because I don’t mean it ugly, but where do you get your clothes?”
The conversation occurred during one of our teachers’ monthly birthday breakfast celebrations. As I prepared my plate, a teacher from the elementary section asked the question. She seemed hesitant to ask, but I wasn’t offended.
“My wife orders them from Amazon, but I’m not sure what company,” I replied.
The clothes she referred to weren’t my pants, but my shirts. My shirts of choice are flowery, paisley shirts—the kind hippies wore in the 1960s and 1970s. And they match my personality since I am an old hippie.
