Clothes Make the Man or Woman

Monsoon rain all night. Monsoon rain all this morming. And the TV weather reporters were whipping up hysteria for what seems to be our last days on earth before we all succumb to this rain which is chasing up Interstate 95. It's all a bit much. The Doppler 4000 that ate everybody's common sense but in reality I was drenched in 10 minutes from walking the dog across the street so I carefully chose a practical costume to take me on my morning path from from the house to Kate's school and then to work. I donned my current favorite outfit of Cargo pants because they dry quickly and stuffed a pair of black tailored pants in my bag so that I could transform myself into a grown up at work. Only I didn't get my pants wet, and then I felt no pressing need to transform myself. So I wore cargo pants all day in the office.

As my farewell gesture on my last day as the director of public relations at a local but well known college, I wore what I thought at the time was a very daring outfit of black slacks and a purple blouse. It was my last day and so what were they going to say to me when i showed my rebellious side. Of course everybody commented on my apparel. Thirty years ago Women just didn't wear pants that much and purple was an unusual and bold color.

Now I wear pants almost all the time and since purple is good enough for Barney, it must be good for me too.

Shazam