Being a sharp-dressed man in 1960s Phoenix, Arizona


It's the 1960s, I'm in Phoenix, and I'm a sharp-dressed man in this imaginary story. I'm crossing Adams at Central by Raskin's Jewelers. I'm not sure what day it is, or what month (although it's probably not summer), but it's 1:45 in the afternoon.

You know, when you look good, you feel good. And I know that I'm looking good. I'm wearing my favorite suit, just like the one that Sean Connery wore in the latest James Bond movie. I may not be as tall as he is, but I can be just as stylish!


I just got a haircut, and although the women don't seem to be looking at me, I know that they've noticed me. I suppose they're busy talking about their modern hair-dos, or their miniskirts, or something. Maybe they're talking about how stylish I am?

I'm glad I got this suit, although it does seem to be a bit warm today. Got it at Hanny's - they're the best. They also sold me the tie and the matching socks, not to mention the brogues. It's great being a sharp-dressed man in the 1960s!

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