I love my Uncle Jerry. He’s all caps in my book . . . and I like how he an cross styles, levels of acceptability, known fashion borders and the whole kit n kaboodle.
Exhibit A:
Uncle Jerry! Where’d you get the funky fresh patrio-tico visor? Where’s you come across glasses that aren’t in the mold of your favorite CEO and capitalist Lee Iacocca?
You actually look as if you’ve finally astounded yourself.