ORCAS ISLAND, Washington My new fella dug the New Year's beehive. The Liberal Lawyer is, after all, an uptown sort of guy.
So my island-time, brush-clearing hairstyle was no doubt extra alarming. "Look," I pulled on my Pocahontas braids. "Mutton dressed as lamb! But who cares in the state park?"
"You're not going to wear one of those Pacific Northwest skull caps too?" my urbane East Coaster flinched. He's not quite succumbed to Gore-tex culture yet ... give him another three months, eh?
"Worse yet. I have a vintage snowboarding jobbie."
You losers gotta problem with that?