My Grandmother used to take me to lunch all the time in New York as a child.
Our favorite game was observation - guessing occupation, background,
nationality, etc. based on appearance and body language.  This was my
informal apprenticeship to being taught the Tarot and the reading of lines.
Best,
Leland
-----Original Message-----
From: Ken Follett <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]
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Date: Monday, November 02, 1998 8:55 AM
Subject: Re: NEWS ALLERT


>In a message dated 11/1/98 11:05:51 PM Eastern Standard Time,
>[log in to unmask] writes:
>
>> "they are wearing the uniform...kahki pants and blue shirts."
>
>A game I play at public gatherings with one of my more studious and serious
>friends is to try to figure out the occupation of people based on their
>clothing. My finding is that we are more often wrong than right.
>
>I tend to dress somewhere between a contractor and a relaxed architect. My
>position would dictate a solid color shirt, tie, and sport jacket at
minimum
>for meetings... but then I have to be prepared to ride on a scaffolding or
>climb over a parapet on quick notice. Several of my business friends dress
>more formally, suit and tie. I have lost track of the clothes that I have
>ruined for ripping them on a fence post or smearing them with urethane
>caulking. I try to wear a nice down vest in winter, and the last one I
ruined
>with battery acid. I also need to be prepared to be inside or outside
>regardless of the weather... those five hour commutes in a blizzard dictate
>that I be prepared for an emergency breakdown. One side effect of my
"uniform"
>is that I am often identified as an undercover cop when wandering around
NYC.
>This has a benefit and may also derive from the mental attitude you develop
>when you find yourself wandering through Harlem or the South Bronx in areas
>where the buildings are in desperate need of repair. Showing up in a suit
does
>not always fit the urban environment.
>
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