Suit Fitting

Korea is different than Japan.

The most obvious difference is pine trees replacing palm trees. I haven't seen bamboo either. But there's something else. They like colorful signs just the same, and they might as well say the same thing. I can't read any of them. The streets are smaller, but that's not it. There's still something else. A slight bow is replaced by a firm handshake. The mindset of the people has got to be the difference, but I couldn't tell you why.

I went shopping today, and treated myself to a suit. It's getting hand-made as we speak. I never had a suit before. I get fitted again tomorrow morning. A hand-made suit in America, tailored and all, would cost about 500 bones. Here, I slide into a cashmere wool suit for 150. No more hand-me-down jackets and mismatched pants. I'm doing big things with a matching hankerchief and no pleats! Big things! Treating myself to this one indulgence.

It's a charcoal grey color. Black in most lights. The lady was most enthusiastic. She basically suckered me in with her kind persistence. They're eager beavers here.

I'm taking orders if you'd like to give me one. Leather jackets, purses, cashmere trench coats (like my tweed one), whatever you fancy. I could even get your name on a football jersey. You could play for the Colts.