It was in the smiley-faced, deranged 1970s, and I was all decked out for some swanky South Brooklyn event or other.
And I wore the de rigueur white leisure suit that was so prevalent until people realized that polyester causes brain damage (or, more likely, is the result of it).
On top of that was that crazy shirt with the oversize collars out, the nutty tinted glasses, and the dirty cotton-candy hair.
And the wallpaper!
Interestingly, this was the first time in my life that I slavishly dressed according to current styles for the everyman.
Looking back on this visual train wreck, I’m delighted it was also my last.