Goodness, another long buried memory dug up! You guys are helping me delay Alzeimers for at least another week! Wearing all black was frowned upon by many mothers back then. If a girl appeared dressed completely in black, she was accused of being a Bart. Teachers would ask, "Whose funeral?" There was one girl, Darlene, about four years younger than I, who wasn't allowed to wear anything black at all, ever--not even a pair of shoes, not a sweater or jacket, certainly not a dress, and even a small amount of black in a pattern was usually banned. ("Black is for old ladies," Darlene's mother insisted.) This rule, among a few equally ridiculous other restrictions, resulted in a rather rebellious kid. Personally, I don't think the lady wanted to fact the fact her little girl was growing up, and she wanted Darlene to look childish, not like a teenager. (Darlene, if you're out there, I hope life improved for you after you moved in with your father, away from your weird mother, whom I secretly disliked.). These days, very little girls wear all manner of black clothes--not just velvet jumpers. Darlene's mother must really freak out if she has granddaughters routinely wearing black. I remember the SI guys in their sort of uniform nonuniforms. One day was a day off for them, but not for public school students. I boarded a 28 bus on 19 Avenue that afternoon; the back was loaded with very drunken SI students returning home from some long party. I wondered: Was it worse to be in trouble at home or at school? (Some of the Jesuits were being discussed; the myth that Catholic schools produced polite, respectful, clean mouthed students dissolved that day for anyone on that bus. How could Father _________ be both a #%*@~, a %^&+, and a &$=## all at the same time?) Some adult on the bus must have called SI the next day--those who managed to fool their parents that night were busted the next day when Father ________ lived up to some, or all, of his above reputation and called each parent after dealing with the group at school. Ah, the memories...I usually wore a plaid or solid wool skirt with a solid pullover sweater or solid shirt. It took the hippie/psychedelic revolution to relegate the respectable appearance to The Preppie Handbook for several years.