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Better Late than Never
I have long forgotten who passed on to me the erudite advice that, “One should never despair as long as you have credit with your tailor.” But I was reminded of this facetious statement recently when a then budding – now successful – American author I made this to some thirty years ago, contacted me via this website .
Earlier on in the week, this long forgotten sage’s words came back to haunt me. I was in the process of throwing out some of my old clothes, including jackets, which either no longer meet around my waist or went out of fashion aeons ago. In vain I made a final attempt to button my once favourite, brown Harris tweed, hacking jacket . As I was reluctantly adding it to the growing heap of now unfashionable rags, I spied the name, still firmly attached onto the left inside pocket, The Tailor Shop, West Vancouver.
It was forty-two years ago, while looking for a country I would like to settle in, I dossed down for a few months in Vancouver. And It was there that I somehow befriended the owner of the above named business . This kind-hearted gentleman, feeling sorry for my lack of clothes suitable for the approaching Canadian winter, generously presented me with the jacket, to be paid for, he said, “When you eventually become a wealthy man.”
Until today I had completely, (perhaps conveniently) forgotten the jacket’s ancestry but worse still, the tailor’s kindness which I have abused, I have since Googled the name without success. Even though, by no way, I can be described as a wealthy man, my conscience - somewhat belatedly you might say - is pricking me. One answer which will enable me to sleep guilt free is to make a donation to a suitable charity – but which one? Do tailors have charities? Can someone help?