Before I tell you the story behind this photo, let’s have a little contest.
Whoever can come up with the funniest caption for the photo wins a signed copy of my UK hardback, WHISPER IN THE DARK, when it comes out next year, along with a signed copy of the paperback version of KISS HER GOODBYE.
Okay, so have at it.
Go to the comments section and write your caption. I’ll meet you back here when you’re done.
Tick tock. Tick Tock.
(Theme from Jeopardy!)
Okay, you back? Read on…
The guy in the photo is not Michael Jordan but me, of course, in a rust-colored, 70’s era three-piece suit. This is what the well-dressed aspiring writer wore in those days. I was reminded of this suit when a friend sent me an email showing photos from the J.C. Penny catalog circa 1978.
I looked at those catalog photos and couldn’t believe that people ever dressed like that.
Then I remembered the infamous suit — which I probably BOUGHT from Penny’s — and knew it was true. This photo is proof.
It was taken about thirty years ago at a wedding. The two guys in the air are me and the groom’s brother, going for the bride’s garter. I was the victor — and a good thing, too, because the garter had 20 bucks in it and I was so broke that that twenty was going to feed me for the next couple weeks.
I actually had to rip it out of the other guy’s hand. Which, come to think of it, probably goes down as one of those "hauntings" I was talking about last time around.
Anyway, I got the twenty, didn’t starve and looked damn spiffy in the process.
And I’m only SLIGHTLY embarrassed by the suit. It could have been worse. I could have been wearing a powder blue tuxedo like the groom and his crew.
What about you? What fashion embarrassments will you own up to?