You don't have to answer that.

But me, I went with my first Hawaiian shirt of the season today. I believe I have about a dozen, almost all purchased on sale.

Years ago, I was suspicious of those wearing such garments. I regarded these shirts as the uniform of what Calvin Trillin once described as "the party as a verb crowd."

Serious people didn't wear them to work.

Then, as if to emphasize their absurdity, we had a stretch here at the paper where certain Fridays would be a designated "Hawaiian Shirt Day" in the newsroom. Yes, forced frivolity at its finest.

Eventually, I lightened up. It helps that they are comfortable bike-riding attire.

Maybe clothes make the man. Or, as I prefer to think, perhaps it's the other way around.

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