So here I sit in my best outfit and wishing that I could go to church. It's a situation that occurs most Sundays. When I was a lad I couldn't wait to get to church, not for the religious reasons, but because I wanted to watch all the beautifully dressed ladies coming in and making their way to their pews. That was in the late fifties to the mid sixties. The pretty dresses and nylon clad legs made me ache because I wanted to dress just like them. The heels, make up, and the wonderful perfumes... I live alone now and can dress as I want when I want and should be satisfied but for reasons that I cannot understand I want to get dressed to the nines and head for town. My height, 6'2", and build make that a wonderful unfulfilled dream.