re: #113 Stanley Sea

Yeah, back in the day, I never went out without my hat, and seldom without my soft felt fedora, as favored by my grandfather and hard-boiled gumshoes.

Most of the year, I wore an overcoat - an all-weather coat for milder seasons, but a nice calf-length charcoal grey cashmere one (made by a nice Russian lady who also took in my shirts and could actually do that “french weaving” to repair good fabrics.

I used to run in quite the circles in my younger days. To dress otherwise would have made me conspicuous. Housemate observed of me that I was what she called “conspicuously inconspicuous’ - “You always look like you’ve made every effort possible to ensure that no one remembers much about you wherever you go.”