“Gray doesn’t match! Maybe I should get a crew cut again? A solid color baseball cap is a temptation.” In a way, I liked my clothes more than my natural adornment and at 46, I should be thankful for hair! Now, I know why there was such unrest in my soul at the end of a day wearing some of my favorite, thrift store finds. The answer will certainly be found in one of your blog entries that excises the demons of my self-esteem issues, unmet cravings, vanity or desire to rule the world.
For over one quarter of a century I’ve been quoting the college paper editor who wrote of “A Necessary Idealism.” Baptists have been embracing their mystical side and religion has been dealt a death blow, in me at least, to give God permission to be Himself within true spirituality and outside of a theological box. Now, we’ll walk a little further. Sifting through our closets of thinking I’ll look forward to discovering what prisms have cast the color you wear today and why. I’ll enjoy asking myself to answer your questions of soul, character and denim.

For tonight, thank you, Hastings. I need someone like you who will force persuade me to examine my silk bow tie from the inside out. Perhaps in our conversations we can wonder together about a priest’s robes depicting both, humility and arrogance.

From a green Porsche 914, to your joyful smile with fashionable, squinting eyes I will look forward to reading you as you read me through fashion.