|Originally posted by PhysicsMan:
Back to the original purpose of this thread, here's one for the chapter on fashion:
Back in the early '80's, I was casually acquainted with a nationally known ski instructor who had written a few "How to Ski" books as well as several others on fitness and other topics. This guy was in super shape, worked out daily, and always looked great (full head of jet black hair, appropriately weathered features, etc.). No matter what the weather, he would dress entirely in black leather and top it off with a silver studded black cowboy hat.
He always maintained a serious, never-smile, nothing's ever funny, don't-mess-with-me disposition. Between his disposition, looks, and over-the-top dress, he came across like a skiing hybrid between Johnny Cash and Clint Eastwood in his toughest-guy spaghetti western days.
This guy had a very serious image to maintain. One day, I was following him down the mountain at pretty high speeds when his precious cowboy hat flew off his head. I stopped and picked it up and noticed something else of his in the snow nearby. I was flabbergasted at what it was, but I picked it up and skied down to him.
I returned his hat and toupee. The guy turned out to be bald as a buzzard! The only thing he said was, "If you ever ...".
Tom / PM