Dad Wants a Style Change

Bruce, All dads have a “style.” My dad had one. It was a (now called) mashable Engineer-Accountatn-Air Force pilot melange that was uniquely his own. He pulled it off with his daring aplomb and savoir faire (read: oblivious) of penny loafers, white engineer socks, business-dress slacks, that had seen better days. These were sawn off at the knees, or maybe chewed off, it was hard to tell. His Air Force-pilot cool down jacket that had a 3-corner tear in one pocket. The leather bomber jacket was for special occassions, along with his in-flight helmet. Last two items weren’t every day things. Under the cool-down jacket he wore some kind of old dress-shirt that either had met death by leaky ink-pen, or it no longer had elbows. My dad was of the breed who did not believe in short-sleeved dressed shirts, and felt the wearer was probably selling used cars, or was about to. All of this splendor was topped off by a Military Haircut of no more than 1/4′. At 6′ 1″ he was pretty impressive. My mom thought he was anything but stylish. 

Bruce,

I still think dad needs lots of tattoos. If this dad can do it and be confident he looks good and doesn’t care what anyone else thinks, anyone can do it!

Aaron