The only suit I own is black, and if it stays right at the back of my wardrobe, this year could be a better one. Some things must die for some to grow, and though I’ll find my own way home and I know that I’ll never be alone again. Oh, what would you do? How would you feel if the world paid attention to you? And oh, how they grow up! They were the shoes we wore when our wives fell in love with us.














