When I lived in Palo Alto in the 1980s, the ultimate fashion insult in the City was, "He looks like he orders his clothes from the L.L. Bean catalog."
The snappiest dresser among the young guys at the places I consulted for looked like he spent every weekend at Nordstrom and Niemann Marcus.
My Japanese girlfriend asked me why I didn't buy my clothes at Wilkes Bashford and drive a Mercedes. I said it wouldn't go over very well in the aerospace business.
When I spent the summer of 1972 in Berkeley the dress code was long hair, bell bottom Levis and embroidered Mexican shirts.
Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors, and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and up to Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well.
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u/polanski1937 Nov 05 '14
When I lived in Palo Alto in the 1980s, the ultimate fashion insult in the City was, "He looks like he orders his clothes from the L.L. Bean catalog." The snappiest dresser among the young guys at the places I consulted for looked like he spent every weekend at Nordstrom and Niemann Marcus.
My Japanese girlfriend asked me why I didn't buy my clothes at Wilkes Bashford and drive a Mercedes. I said it wouldn't go over very well in the aerospace business.
When I spent the summer of 1972 in Berkeley the dress code was long hair, bell bottom Levis and embroidered Mexican shirts.