I’m
having thoughts today
of
my Greek grandfather,
George,
a dapper man, long
since
passed away.
In
the morning, after a shower
and
shave, he splashes on a
modest
dose of Old Spice
aftershave.
I
imagine him standing in front
of
his bedroom mirror as he
puts
on and buttons his freshly
starched
white shirt.
Then
he loops the perfect Windsor
knot
into his blue stripped tie,
shifting
it back and forth and into
the
perfect position.
He
slips one arm and then the
other
into his neatly pressed
seersucker
suit, fastens the
middle
button, and gives a
shrug
of the shoulders and
a
tug at the tail.
He
picks a red carnation from
the
vase on the dresser and
inserts
it into the jacket lapel.
Then
he dons his wide-brimmed
straw
Panama, cocks it slightly
to
the left, just so.
He
slips his wallet, keys and
change
from the dresser top
into
his pockets.
A
broad smile of reassurance
that
everything is aligned and
accurately
in place.
The
proper man doesn’t look
this
way by accident. No sir,
To
please the ladies and
impress
the men, one must
plan
and organize such a
class
act in a methodical and
fashionable
way.
And
judging by the looks
of
things, it's going to be
another
great day.
A
genial doff of the hat,
one
last stylish grin in the
mirror,
and out the door.
Grandpa
is on his way.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 7-10-2020
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