You can’t judge a book by its cover

by chuckofish

Yesterday the boy turned 25. A quarter century. I gave him this:

…because ever since he was a little guy he has taken his attire very seriously. When he was three he wore a Batman cape (a kerchief tied around his shoulders) every day to preschool.

Here he is dressed up as a fireman–and it wasn’t Halloween.

His favorite Christmas present when he was in first grade was a double breasted blue blazer. And for awhile he wore a beret to church, because, well, it was really cool. And, of course, he was the only 8th grader to wear a kilt to graduation.

In high school he was a bit too cool for his clothes. (He could rock those shades like Gregory Peck.)

These days it’s all about gingham shirts.

Well, you may not be able to judge a book by its cover, but everybody does love a sharp dressed man, right?

Clean shirt, new shoes
And I don’t know where I am goin’ to
Silk suit, black tie
I don’t need a reason why

–ZZ Top