He like to dress well and he liked those fancy shirts, you know the ones with the sleeves so long you had to fold them over, double.
His wife was a lovely girl with a sassy way about her. She was from well to do out of beach town Florida, and he was full of spit and vinegar, dressing the part, driving a black corvette. New York was his old home, Houston his new, bringing a career to foster a fast life style with his FANCY SHIRTS! Much younger than myself, who would ever guess our lives would collide.