Uncle John had a burgundy, velvet tuxedo jacket.
Mercifully, fashionable for a nano-second in 20th century men’s formal attire.
For decades, he wore it to any event which required black tie.
And Aunt Ar made sure he went to more than his share;
where atop a sea of black convention
the tall man moved quietly in his curious, velvet burgundy.
He could have afforded a new one.
For each event, if he had liked.
But as long as the jacket remained in good condition,
it would remain Uncle John’s go-to for every fancy occasion;
And he would remain unswayed
by the bold public statement his nonconformist fashion made
for such a publicly understated man.
I loved that burgundy velvet tuxedo jacket.