Tiki Tom
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To each their own, of course. I must confess that, for a long time, my beaten-up safari jacket was pretty much my signature item of clothing. Usually with jeans and a normal shirt. Worn rakishly. (I kind of had a rule: only one item of khaki clothing at a time.) But I certainly had a closet full of khaki clothing with lots of pockets. Lord, how I loved the ORIGINAL “Banana Republic” stores before they sold out. Why Did I lean In the safari clothing direction? Maybe To make a statement that, in reality, I was interested in far more than the suburban student/minimum-wage existence that was my lot. I’m sure that I was trying to convey that —despite my geeky circumstances— I was into travel and adventure and intrigue and the golden era and land rovers and Hemingway and Bogart and far horizons. Was it a role play costume? I suppose it was. But everyone puts on a costume every day, saying a wide variety of things. And in my case my life eventually grew into the costume, at least to a small degree (which was enough for me.) So, yes, it was a costume. Perhaps even a silly one. But that old safari jacket also helped buoy me up at times.
Ha ha. I’ve succeeded in giving that old bush jacket more importance than maybe it deserves.
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