Green pants and a yellow shirt.
That was my daily ensemble. Forest green to be exact. As to the shade of yellow, the catalog called it goldenrod.
These were the colors of compliance required at my Catholic school. If you’re wondering how I can remember those names, just ask a prisoner how he remembers the name of his jailor.
Resistance to the dress code was futile.
The conventional wisdom was that if all children are dressed the same, nobody will stand out as better or worse. As if wardrobe is the only metric for status.
Like all wars, my wardrobe siege ended.
Last week I was walking on the shady side of Main Street in St. Charles, Missouri. The sign on the door of a ratty dive bar brought back those old memories.
As I walked on, I had a nice laugh.
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