RECTOVERSO: Greatest Hits

Greetings from the Wit Hotel in Chicago. I’ll be peddling my tonic here for a couple of days before heading back to the land of political puffery and posturing. I thought about this the other day. Living inside the beltway and not working in politics is kind of like living in Hollywood and not being in the movie business. I’ve done the public policy-government affairs thing. I loved the expense account but lost my appetite for the bullshit. And trust me-when my bullshit tolerance reservoir is full-I gotta go.

Looking back on my first seven months of blogging and the evaporation of over a hundred posts-I’m prone for recollect some of the ones I most enjoyed. The great thing about dumping all of that history is that I get to recycle!

The only significant pangs that I get are from reminiscing about a few of the LFG posts-mainly because I no longer keep a handwritten journal and I do miss that. I wrote letters to LFG beginning when she was two years old. I think the last time I wrote in that journal was about a year ago.

So I started rolling through an old cache of blog pictures and thought I’d just do a medley of stuff that came to mind.

The old patch madras sportcoat-getting the "Banks" out. Inspired by our old buddy Toad

Two inch cuffs-Jay Kos cords. Alden Flex Welt Tassels

LFG's summer dance recital and my military sunglasses. That was a fun post!

"Puerto" Rykken and the Yellow Mac (Photo stolen-without permission from Will at A Suitable Wardrobe-Sorry!)

Gram Parsons' Nudie Suit

LFG's first Chucks

Suede Alden Flex Welt Tassels-501's and Horizontal Stripes from my second post

Sargent Shriver-Bereaved and confused. comforted by his grand daughter

Navy Blue Weejuns. I have them. You don't. Shut up.

My letter from Tom Wolfe. I have one. You probably don't.

Anyone remember "Sun Tzu and the Art of Pink in N.J." ?

Or the British Tan and Lymphoma Post?

Jesus and the Ford Pinto?

LFG-The "Pootist"

My post on sleeve cuffs-here sported by my sartorial hero Merkin. R.I.P.

My Gurkha shorts post. Charlotte and Me...replete with a skunk wig..on me-not her. Dig those rings she wore...at eighty years old. Will you live that long? If you do-will you have that much duende-style-understated aplomb? She had loads of it and my aquaintance with her was one of the most splendid and incredible gifts I've been offered. Her eyes at eighty were so blue. This photo doesn't come close to capturing her majesty or Her Majesty.

Speaking of Her Majesty. At Gus and Gus in Rehoboth Beach this summer.

James Dean and Jack Purcells. Few of you knew that Purcell was a Badminton legend till I posted a story about him. Damn.

My junk drawer. Several of you sent me emails asking if in the back of the drawer-out of this photo did there exist hanky panky items like fur handcuffs etc. You obviously don't know me. I'm not big into props and the actual items out of view are Tylenol PM and Rolaids. Quiet please.