Daily Blague

I still dress like this, although I tuck my shirt in now. The only other difference, style-wise, is that I dress like this all year round.

This undated snapshot was taken, I deduce, at Liberal, Kansas in 1962. Liberal, where the company that my father worked for had extensive operations (I say that because I can't remember what the hell it was), was the second stop in a fantastic cross-country business trip that we were taken on. We started out at Kansas City, then flew (on small company propeller planes) to Liberal, and from Liberal to Santa Fe. From Santa Fe we took the AT&SF - which, at least by that time, no longer passed through Sante Fe itself - to Los Angeles. We had drawing rooms with convertible sofas. I could hardly sleep for the excitement, though. The train snaked through the Rockies at speed! From Los Angeles we flew to San Francisco, in a prop jet - I think that the model's name was "Electra." From San Francisco, well, I forget how we got to Clinton, Iowa, which, as I mentioned last week, was my father's birthplace. On a plane through Chicago, doubtless. But I remember Chicago as coming after Clinton, and perhaps that's the mistake. At Clinton, an elderly barber who remembered my father from long back, and who had no idea that I was adopted, assured me that I would never go bald.

Here's a closeup:

Would you wish being fourteen on anybody?