Bohemian

It was midsummer, and I’d been at the radio station for about five months. It was the first station to hire me since my moving to Nevada, and I was happy to be doing the graveyard shift on the weekends.

That evening, I decided to wear my Birkenstocks, an old pair of OD green jungle pants from my military days, a white knee-length shirt (otherwise known as a nightshirt,) and a black six-button vest that I left open to work. It was not my usual jeans, white tee-shirt, and tennis shoes or boots.

My coworker and friend Kathy McCovey looked me up and down, then said, “What in the hell are you wearing?”

I smiled and shrugged, “So, I felt a little Bohemian.”