My Wife Needs a Blouse, and I Need Some Help
The men’s clothier that generously employed me during Christmas breaks throughout college was nondescript save for one feature: service. Family-owned and -operated since 1955, its two aisles housed the standard assortment of tailor-made suits, cashmere sweaters, neckwear and accoutrements perfect for the working man, back when “casual” office attire meant loosening one’s tie. The store…