I used to wear chinos and button down Polo shirts when I lived in Wichita, KS in the mid 1990's.
The reason? I hate clothes shopping and in pre-internet times, I found that I could drive to the East Town Mall(Buick Regal GS and then Pontiac Firebird Formula, thanks for asking) and park at a store called Dillards and be in and out within 5 minutes because I knew where these items were located.
True story.
You can tell a lot by the car somebody drives. In your case I can't decide if you were a detective in the local Wichita PD who then left and went on to successfully run his own private detective agency or a pimp?
I am fairly sure that I was a computer sytsems programmer back then.
I didn't even have a British drivers license at that time, so I had to learn over there.
The octogenarian driving instructor would say things like "Tom, give me some kinetic energy" and "this damn pizza driver behind can't drive for shit, you have to impede intelligently". He was well chuffed when he asked "Which direction are we driving in, Tom" and I correctly answered. He said how do you know and I said from the position of the sun.
I have to say that I loved the sound of the Pontiac Firebird engine which was music to my ears.
When I returned to the UK many years later I bought a Honda Civic. Kinda lost interest in cars after that.
Thank you for attention to this matter.
