After seeing Allee’s fringe vest post, I had to share my own fringe vest. Here I am in the first photo (along with my brother and sister looking oh so happy) down in San Diego on a family vacation in 1969. As you can see, I was a very conflicted 16 year old teenager. One one hand, I am wearing a shirt and tie like a nice boy-next-door, but on the other hand, I’m wearing a hot pink shirt that matches my sister’s dress (at a time when it was considered very outrageous for a male to wear hot pink, an early sign that I was a gay boy with an eye for fashion) along my suede fringe vest (a sign of things to come). Shortly after this photo was taken, I ran away from home and became a true hippie living off the streets and I never turned back. In the second photo, as you can see, I’ve kept my beloved fringe vest for all of these years (just could never part with it). I am now 58 years old and I would model the vest for you, but I can no longer fit into it!