Dress Revolution

The dress Revolution Sometimes the longing for the past is like a constant hunger by the underfed. Summers were endless and I was the first to wear shorts and sandals in town; had bought them in Aruba, coming off a ship going home I met my mother and sister, they were shocked no one dressed frivolous back then. I wore a T. shirt too on it was written: “I Love New York.” Mother thought I ought to change into long trouser, wear a proper shirt, preferable white, and tie, sister was impressed though. I loved my youth to be different from the norm. But time was changing fast, five years on everyone wore shorts and had long hair, Jogging in the park I was the only one, now you can´t walk for joggers. I started this revolution, but where is my plaque?