Dare

There used to be one in every town.  A clothing store.  One location only. With people that worked there for years as a career.  Catering to gentlemen.  Of all economic strata.  Sometimes ladies as well.  The "head to toe" crowd.  People of style and grace.  Almost all of them are gone now.  The stores too.

I know where one such place remains, at least.  On a corner of two streets long since fashionable.  The customers are older now.  And fewer. But the idea remains expressed in the sign that has never changed since I first saw it.  Dare to be you.  Indeed.  As the grand lady behind the cash register would say,

"And just who is it you think you would rather be?"