At 58 I still wear jeans and black t-shirts a lot...sometimes with a sportcoat...sometimes the jeans with a blue oxford button down collar shirt and a paisley tie. I wear a kilt...either with a black t-shirt or a collared shirt, vest and necktie. Leather bomber jacket...sometimes a fedora, sometimes a flat cap...found a really neat 3/4 length tan trenchcoat so I wear that with the fedora...makes me look like some future incarnation of Dr. Who but I'm havin' fun with it. Mostly hiking boots, sometimes oxfords, sometimes cowboy boots...

...long winded way of saying that I still can't bring myself to dressing like the other fellas "my own age". What does that mean, anyway? Most of the guys aroound here my own age are stiffs who wear dockers, cross-training shoes and polo shirts...they also drink lite beer and think a shot of Jameson's is the hight of gustatory excellence when it comes to whisky.

Who's side do I want to be on?

Years ago (in my pre-kilt days) someone asked me why I showed up for work in jeans, a sport coat and a shirt and a tie (I was working in creative then). I simply said, "In a war, if they catch you behind enemy lines in your uniform, you're a prisoner-of-war and they have to keep you alive and feed you till the war is over. If they catch you behind enemy lines wearing their uniform, you're a spy and they get to shoot you on the spot."

...they're still feeding me so I must have gotten it right.

Do not go gentle into that good night...keep dressing like you did in high school!

Best

AA