suiting 101

Growing up, I always admired my dad’s suits. He’s an attorney, which meant for certain days when he had depositions, client meetings or days in court, he donned a suit. Sometimes, if I was up early enough before he left for work, he’d let my sister and I pick out the tie for the day (we mainly wanted to play with the rotating tie rack we had gotten him for Christmas one year, but I digress). He always looked dignified and honorable, suit or no suit — a true Atticus Finch, if you ask me — but the suit made it look like he was out for justice for the day (or at least, to win an argument or two with a judge). If he’s reading this,...