I’m down in southern Oregon, where I grew up. My mother no longer lives in the same knotty pine cabin on Dark Hollow Road, but it’s still great to come down here for a visit. Slowly she’s giving me things she’s held on to a lifetime and yesterday I received her American Airlines stewardess uniform from 1953! In the photo here, found online, it drapes loosely across the mannequin. On me it’s tight as hell, but that’s not terrible. Beautiful navy gabardine, I have coveted this garment, hung in the back of a closet, my entire life. It even has the original wings.