As a very young lad I had two very distinct wardrobes: (1) jeans (double-kneed Farah Gold Strike) and striped pull-over shirts for school and goofing around; and (2) grey flannel or blue blazer, olive or grey trousers, a horribly stiff, starched shirt and bow tie for church or special occasions. We even had to "dress" for dinner, or to go to the "big city". I remember walking around downtown Minneapolis for an entire day while my mother looked for 6-1/2 AA shoes with AAAA heels, dressed in this stiff shirt, tie and blazer. By the time we got to the Radisson on 7th Street for dinner my neck was so raw I swore it was bleeding. I remember walking past a shoe store every day on my way to elementary school and absolutely LUSTING after a pair of black, high topped PF Flyers. God I wanted those shoes. But my folks were trying to save money to buy their own business, so I always ended up with some obscure brand of tennis shoes with Art Linklater on the box. I hit high school about the same time marijuana was legalized (or at least I think it was legal then...sure seemed like it.), so my dress code kind of went up in smoke: 501s shrunk to fit, Crazy Shirtz, thermal long underwear shirts and flannels. Oh, and Earth Shoes. That was the uniform of the day all the way through college, although I always had at least one suit and one blazer and slacks outfit. It was always a hoot to throw on a three-piece suit and go to a party. Had my hair back in a ponytail. All the pockets in the jacket were great. One for pot, another for papers, another for...oh well, you get the idea.