Brooklyn, early fifties. My mother would not let me go to high school in jeans ("dungarees") and would not let me buy a leather ("motorcycle") jacket. I felt so out of place.
But you gotta remember that up until, say, mid-to-late forties, kids still wore khoulats and knee socks to school.
Bell bottoms.... Hmmm... that would solve the ankle holster problem I have now, for warm-weather carry, as Jamisjockey touched upon...
I was thinking of slitting the inseam of a couple of pairs of pants and closing them up with Velcro or something. The way it is now, it's almost faster to drop my pants than pull up my pant leg to get to my gun...
... some half-formed poesy drifts up to my cortex... "This is my J-frame, this is my gun... This is for SD, this is for fun... One is too small for serious work... the other's so tiny I feel like a jerk..."
Me go now.
Terry, 230RN