The other day I was perusing a recent Face Book posting from Jordan Pearson (one of my partner’s sons). He was sporting a rather “unique” fur coat and having some fun posing in it. Check it out.
Anyway I got to thinking. We all have our eclectic moments, especially in our youth. I used to, for a time, thankfully a short time, primarily wear bowling shirts bought at thrift shops. That was back in the days when my hair was mid back and I had colourful patches on my blue jeans.
(Aside: I use to go for job interviews, my hair untied, patched blue jeans, sandals, and a bowling shirt. I asked my father once, how come no one would give me a summer job. That question invoked that kind of smile that is holding back laughter. He stood and said to follow him, which I did to the long mirror on his bedroom door. “Look,” he said. And then he just walked away.)
My favorite bowling ensemble was a powder blue shirt trimmed in red with big golden block letters that said SUNSHINE LANES on the back.
What was so cool was that each bowling shirt I owned had someone’s name just above the front pocket. So depending on the day, I was Vic, Tony, Bosco, and so forth. Even had one with “Lesley” above the pocket. I loved how that shirt caused others a reaction.
Of course there is a yin and yang to everything and it was a while later that I had an identity crisis, but the joy of bowling shirts and the various identities they offered me is a fond memory today now that I am well aware of who I am.