My Last Suit

At least for now

David Martin
Crow’s Feet

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Photo by Tamara Menzi on Unsplash

There it was, old, worn, or, more accurately, hung, as in the bedroom closet: my last suit. Or at least I assumed it was my last suit.

After 30-some years as a lawyer and federal government bureaucrat, I retired in 2010 with a closetful of suits, sports jackets, and ties. They had comprised my work-life uniform for decades.

One of my first retirement tasks was to sort through my work clothing collection and discard or donate the well-worn or less desirable items. A couple of older suits and my favorite worn-out navy blazer ended up at Goodwill or in the trash.

I still retained several suits and jackets thinking that I might work again and need them. But as the years passed and I realized more and more that I was never going to voluntarily return to the working world, the clothes winnowing process accelerated.

The striped medium blue suit said farewell as the pants no longer fit. The gray made-to-measure suit never fit properly and ended up at the local Sally Ann. The only thing bespoke about it was that the pants felt like a spoke was stuck in my crotch.

Periodic cleanings resulted in more work clothes leaving followed closely by a dozen or so dress shirts and out-of-style ties. A couple of extra-wide psychedelic ties from my university days also headed to a thrift…

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David Martin
Crow’s Feet

Wordsmith, humorist and author of “Dare to be Average” on Amazon. Support Dave’s writing by joining Medium: https://daretobeaverage.medium.com/membership