I have been very lucky in that I have never had to bother with dress codes. I put on a coat & tie so seldom that it is fun -- putting on a costume & pretending to be grown up, at the age of 69. Most of the time I wear clothes that I have altered to suit my convenience in sartorial engineering.

I did have one amusing experience with clothes & class, tho. It was in London in the spring of 1959. I left my hotel, bought a Times, and took it to a park (I forget its name, but it was near London University). Before I could get to a bench, two or three people tried to buy my paper from me. I was wearing jeans, so I had to be a newsboy. When I sat down and started *reading* it, a man at the other end of the bench surveyed the spectacle & solemnly congratulated me on paying attention to the Times Literary Supplement rather than the football pools.