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South Second, Brooklyn

We are a sad lot, most of us. We make sure we are at a certain place at a certain time for all sorts of reasons. Innumerable reasons. Reasons that made sense to us days ago, or weeks ago or hours ago. Or reasons that sounded good on the telephone or over a cup of coffee. The reasons for not being there are profoundly more immediate most of the time. I slept in. The train was running late. My son is sick. And maybe in an hour it be clear we wish we had gone. Or we realize that being there then is no worse than being here now. Maybe it's even better. Last night I saw some dumpster diving hippies outside the Trader Joe's in Carrol Gardens. A swarm of them in their rasta turbans and peasant dresses, on their bicycles and full of their wholesomely hateful energy. Dan wondered why they couldn't do that in a suit and tie. And I wondered to myself the same question. Probably the answer lies in the fact that suit and ties cost a surprising amount of money. I would love to be a guy who wears a suit everyday, but buying the three or four suits to wear everyday throughout the year is prohibitively pricey. I mean a well fitting suit, one that looks good and feels good and doesn't feel like a bad suit. Those demand money. That's surmountable however. What really bites you in the ass is that collection of nice, well-fitting button-up shirts.