But man, back then I was convinced I was the only kid who was screwed up enough to be drawing pictures and playing Tiddly Winks with a nimrod who had elbow patches on his corduroysportcoat.
Around his tiny shop in various stages of completion hang hunting jackets in corduroy and moleskin, a tweed sportcoat or two, and at least one sleek pair of knickerbockers with deer-bone cuff buttons.