The title of this column is actually a bit misleading. I need an antonym for “fashionista” to describe my dry farmer Dad. He owned the most uncreative closet full of clothes from which to dress himself each day. I will attempt to describe his wardrobe along with a couple of humorous stories that warrant remembrance.

Let’s remember that 6 days of the week, he was on the farm. Either driving a tractor, combine or truck to complete whatever seasonal work was on the table. Even in the winter months, when no field work was possible or necessary, he wore the same basic outfits. This was regardless if he stayed home all day or spent an hour at the coffee shop with the rest of the farmers.

I never recall him owning a pair of tennis shoes until later in life when he started sporting those “old ma

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