What happens when a venerable institution of culture, comment and cartooning meets a venerable institution of cheap second hand clothes?You get an article in The New Yorker on that Maritime cathedral of cheap clothes Frenchy's.
The September 25th edition carries the piece by the very gifted and esteemed typist Calvin Trillin.
In the piece, Trillin, a humourist, novelist and long-time contributor to The New Yorker, weaves a narrative of his history with Frenchy's which began in 1972 when he took a trip to the bargain mecca to clothe his scarecrow Mildew
Trillin, who spends his summers in Chester NS, tells us about his own sartorial history going back to home state of Kansas, and continuing through phases at Yale, New York and finally to Nova Scotia's Frenchy's where he found that treasured blue overcoat.
In typical Trillin style, the piece is unsentimental, without pretension and an abject pleasure to read. And if you are like me, a bargain hunter in your heart, you will finish his piece with the same knowing smile he must have had on his face when he typed the piece.
