The High Commander*

As promised, an awesome picture of my Dad's fashion sense from 1975**:

And, so as not to deprive you of ANY of his style:

Yeah!
Now you see where I get it, right?




*My Dad likes to be called the High Commander. In case you meet him on the street and you want to compliment him on his nice knees...
**That's my brother he's holding. I wasn't born until 1977.