Woody Cavenaugh

In my odd little work environment I am surrounded by eccentrics. Odd behaviors, odd styles of dress, general oddness. Trains, propeller beanies, cowboy hats, one pair of pants, bad hair, bad facial hair, rock star ego, we have everything the way only a university could. I have always gone with it, I am no saint. In my last eccentric incarnation, I wore obnioux solid colored T-shirts with stylishly casual sport coats. In my glorious past I have done poet shirts, long hair, and things best seen on the DVD version of Buckaroo Banzai.

I dropped the poet shirts when truckers started mistaking me for a crossdresser. Truckers love guys in drag apparently.

I dropped the long hair when I started coaching again at the Y. I had this weird feeling that I should be a good role model or something.

I shaved the beard out of pure vanity. The fur covered the sexy up.

The Miami Vice look while very stylish and very cool, is problematic for me because I have such a tendency to spill things, and dry cleaning is not free. It isn't that I have abandoned the coat, it is that the coats abandoned me to hard use and disrepair.

What I need is a look that clearly tells the world that my swash is buckled, and I don't give a good tinker's damn about what I had for lunch. Maybe its time to go modern pirate? Long hair, poet shirt, leather vest, and a good hat. On really bad days at work I could put lit cannon fuses in my hat that curl down by my chin. It is a fearsome look that tells everyone around me, no as a matter of fact I'm NOT going to look over their project documents.

Or if nothing else, perhaps on payday I could pick up another casual yet stylish sports coat. Or perhaps a black leather vest with a big jolly roger on the back...yeah....