Ed Bronstein
My first suit was bought for me by my mother – I was only seven or eight years old -- we were going to a wedding. My mother’s friend was getting married. I hated wearing a suit, tie and all the other mishagas!! It was so constricting!! I could hardly move! I lasted through the whole affair. But, when I got home I tore off my clothes and was elated to be rid of that suit. For the next affair that suit was passed on to my brother (he was five years younger than me). This time I wore a better constructed suit which was much less constricting.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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