Here's my new friend Jules.
I'm noticing that I need a shirt with a collar like that. (But not the scar on the forehead.)
And, much as I'd like to, I can't really bear the feeling of suspenders.
Oh, well, back to my own style. Which reminds me, all my shorts pooped out during these last weeks of summer.
Well, "pooped out" may give you the wrong image. But they're all becoming torn and frayed I'm afraid. (Hee, hee.)