Self reflection in the city and the Vintage Clothes which come from Detroit

I spent the day in the city and the evening with two old friends until late just talking and having wine and coffee. The day was as always as it is in Detroit with me searching for clothing furniture and decorative art. The people in Detroit are so friendly and open to me and I am the old white one of the bunch. Everyone overly extends them selves to make eye contact, say a smiling greeting and spark a conversation. There is nothing like being in a closed intimate setting having discussions on the city, life in general and their feelings listening to Curtis Mayfield's "Freddie's Dead" from Superfly. People move while they talk to the music and I cannot help myself also from grooving to the sounds and discussing what they were doing when it came out. Handshakes, hugs, offering some of their food, discussing their "1970's walk and clothes they were their favorite and what the hell happening to this place now is common in most my encounters. From there I discuss my loves, likes and experiences in Detroit (My first home was in Detroit). They open their homes and I normally end up purchasing some small vintage item as in furniture, art or clothing. Seventies clothing which sometimes they just pass on to me is prevalent with most visits and the wonderful the story's which goes with the clothing. I have hundreds and hundreds of vintage men's suits, shirt, pants,sweaters, shoes and ties. Ties. Damn I have a lot of ties. Thousands of the finest ties from hand painted, silk designs, thin 1960's and 1970's to the wild wide ties of the the disco era I have boxed and boxed over the years. All this stuff and what am I to do with them now?

The Ultimate Hippie Leather (a gift to me)

When they made shirts that were in motion

Just A few, and I mean a few of my ties