Arriving with Style....Columbia Airport
As you may have noticed, it does my antique ticker good to see well-dressed people in the airport. So I was delighted to happen upon this darling pair of sisters, Susan and Leslie, in baggage claim. Both were coming home to Columbia, as was I.
Then, I spied this soldier, who wore his uniform so handsomely that he stood out, despite the camouflage.
Makarious is a language specialist with the Army National Guard. He's visiting Fort Jackson for a few days. Born in the Sudan, Makarious speaks six languages including Eygptian, Iraqi, and Nubian. How lucky the U.S. is to have this intelligent, polite young man working on the nation's behalf.
I had, myself, been on a mission to defend and celebrate a bit of Americana.
I was returning from Denver, where I'd participated in a panel discussion entitled "The snap-front shirt in a post-velcro world". While there, I made a pilgrimmage to Rockmount Ranch Wear, the birthplace of the snap-front Western shirt.
I was also swept up in a fashion parade, something called a zombie crawl. I was so rattled by the rumpus that I forgot to take pictures. My goodness, one must concede: the nearly departed have a distinctive style. (Here's a batch of photos, if you're curious to see what I mean.)
Then, I spied this soldier, who wore his uniform so handsomely that he stood out, despite the camouflage.
Makarious is a language specialist with the Army National Guard. He's visiting Fort Jackson for a few days. Born in the Sudan, Makarious speaks six languages including Eygptian, Iraqi, and Nubian. How lucky the U.S. is to have this intelligent, polite young man working on the nation's behalf.
I had, myself, been on a mission to defend and celebrate a bit of Americana.
I was returning from Denver, where I'd participated in a panel discussion entitled "The snap-front shirt in a post-velcro world". While there, I made a pilgrimmage to Rockmount Ranch Wear, the birthplace of the snap-front Western shirt.
I was also swept up in a fashion parade, something called a zombie crawl. I was so rattled by the rumpus that I forgot to take pictures. My goodness, one must concede: the nearly departed have a distinctive style. (Here's a batch of photos, if you're curious to see what I mean.)
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