Above, bottom: Charles-Hubert wind-up,
above that, Monrovia, a Russian wind-up,
Below: the Cover for the Russian watch. After
the Evil Empire fell, they were hard up for cash.
This watch, if you could find
a comparable one made in the U.S. would
probably run six or eight times what
I paid for it.
A man my age -- even though I'm not one of them -- but still -- has likely come to terms with his clothing.
When I was sixteen, my standard knock-around outfit was a pair of blue jeans, a T-shirt, white cotton socks and tennis shoes. Unless of course it was really hot or cold, in which case the adjustments were, respectively: Switch the jeans for shorts, and leave the socks and shoes off; or add a long-sleeve shirt and maybe a jacket.
These days, I have evolved. Now, my standard knock-around outfit is a pair of blue jeans, a T-shirt, white cotton socks, and cross-trainers.
Hey, evolution is not revolution ...
My preference for jeans doesn't run to brands, but to style: Boot-cut, five-pocket, zipper, instead of buttons, 36-33's, in case you are wondering about the size. Same as when I graduated from high school. Mostly these days, they are Kirkland's, from Costco. Probably made by prisoners in eastern Washington.
Those of you wondering about the fifth pocket, it's a little straight-line thing over the right hip bone in front, a watch pocket -- going back to the pre-sissy-wristwatch days when men carried those kinds of timepieces instead. I still have several of 'em -- a couple are shown above.
And, being a man my age, I have come to terms with the things in my pockets. At any given time, I can tell you pretty much what is in any of them, since I load them up the same way -- knife here, and there, keys here, wallet over there, like that.
It's good to have some consistency in the world ...