This is my dad. This is my dad appropriately dressed in his lounge wear green jumpsuit, perfect for camping with his funny looking but totally lovable dog Angel.
This is rare photo of my dad sporting a beard and holding Poco, FN's family pet, this time stylishly dressed in a work-ready blue jumpsuit enjoying a family picnic.
This is my dad looking quite dapper in his casual-wear tan jumpsuit with his three brothers, only one of whom is still living. They all occasionally wore jumpsuits. The jumpsuits came in many colors and I think Dad had all of them. Brown, tan, gray, navy blue, green, light blue. He also had a light blue polyester jumpsuit for semi-formal occasions and a white poly for special religious occasions.
I am reminded of Dad nearly every day when I look out my window. The gentleman who lives directly across the street is always dressed fashionably in a blue or brown jumpsuit. I don't recall seeing a rainbow of colors like Dad had.
Jerks a little tear out of my eye each time I see him fire up his hot sports car, kick up the RPMs and roar down our senior-citizen-lined street at 15 mph.
I believe that is called a dichotomy.