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(S Taylor, Torn from the pages of “The New Yorker” and used without permission. Please let me know and I’ll take it off the refrigerator, too.) It starts innocently enough… bad weather, spring break, really too warm for March, lazy weekend … whatever. Oh, I’m just running errands. Or it’s St. Patrick’s Day and that [...] Make an appointment with his barber. I’m going Tuesday. There are any number of haircuts that we are allowed these days. This one would work a little better on me if I were a silver-maned millionaire with a St. Tropez tan. Maybe next year. In the meantime it’s more “Cary Grant” and less “Jim Carrey” for me. I’ll [...] Don’t Panic…. The white linen suit and odd trousers are getting ready to be drycleaned and stored for the duration. The spectator shoes have been relegated to the higher shelves. The seersucker and madras trousers are pressed and waiting to be swapped with the heavier woolen ones that haven’t quite made it down from the [...]  |
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