Good Grooming

My father was a stickler for one looking good in public. I never saw him look bummy outside the house. Well, once I was a bit embarrassed, when we went to the beach and he wore shorts, sock and shoes on the beach. But normally, he looked dapper. He always wore a tie to the office, and usually had a handkerchief in his pocket. His hair, what little he had, was always in place. It was important to him to look good. When I was growing up, he always said to take a comb with me to make sure my hair looked good. I don't do that anymore, but I do carry a handkerchief. When I went to college, I dressed rather bummy, but that was the style of the day. After all, I was a card-carrying hippie. I didn't really have to think about what to wear. But, when I got into the workforce, I realized how important it was to look good. I say all of this because of what I saw last Sunday. I went to a book store and saw a rather fat man, probably in his 60's, wearing a t-shirt and polka dot shorts that could have been pajamas. He could have just woken up. His statement was that he didn't care, but it just looked gross. I have always been an individualist. I don't like anyone to tell me what to do from a fashion sense. And, I never thought I would say this, but my father was right. If you go outside in public, you need to look good. Good call, Daddy.