Starched white dress shirt Fridays

I have been wearing white shirts on Fridays in recent weeks. It’s my silent commentary on the Spokane redundancy of casual Fridays.

Anyway, last Friday I was riding my bike home in the afternoon. And I wasn’t wearing a jacket. Someone who saw me said I looked like a Mormon missionary.

But I am wearing a white shirt again today and would be happy to talk to you about your spiritual needs.