'it's an easy victory.'
long ago, one day in manhattan, pops sez 'we have some time, let's go visit with abe ribicoff.' a family pal dating back to war days, with great gramps all up in that ribicoff, kennedy, johnson, and bailey, force majeur dominating the national scene, i'd heard all the tales of the battle, with great rallies and such, yet one thing aboot him always fascinated me - he always had a fresh extra shirt, and sometimes an extra fresh suit as well, as i heard it. sooo, chatting aboot stuff in his high rise office, i had to ask him. looking quite natty sitting as his desk, even tho old and frail, i say sumthin like 'u look good, and i hear that u always were dressed to the nines, and always carried back-up. why is that? i even heard that you never wore a sport coat, always a suit?'
'it's an easy victory (or sumthin like that).
anytime you attend a meeting, or even a small gathering, if you appear smartly dressed, the audience will give you opening respect before you even say a word. people come with all kinds of opinions and expectations when they first meet someone, particularly if that person is asking you to vote for them. why not look your best?'
he pulled open a desk drawer, and took out a folded shirt, in the wrapper, fresh from the cleaners, and held it up. lesson learned, forever.
dress for the situation is aboot as good an advice as it gets.
the whole all-black, stretchy pants, and uber slovenly look so common these days, particularly in certain big cities, is nothing more than a whole pantload of folks giving up on their battle of the bulge, and thinking no one notices.
and, oh, a tie is absolutely no hassle when you wear the correctly sized collar for ur shirt. just becuz u wore a 16 1/2 neck in olden days has nothing to do with being an 18 now. i wear overalls and italian silk suits. dress for the occasion. it's an easy victory.