At my 30th high school reunion, one of my classmates came covered head-to-toe in regalia that expressed his advocacy for Vietnam Vets. Naturally I was captivated, and we discussed. His leather vest was spray painted on the back with a message, and the front of his clothing was covered in patches and badges. He wore a message bandana, and every garment expressed
his passionate advocacy. Jim told me that he wore this outfit wherever he went, to send a message — to uplift the cause he was so dedicated to — and I especially recall how he described the reaction of Congressmen and government officials he met with regularly. “They always see me coming — and they never forget who I am.” he said in a clear-eyed, gritty way. I’ve often thought of Jim’s sartorial riot of colors and words, disrupting the hallways of government,
as heads turned.
Onward and upward.