There comes a point in a man’s senior years when he’s tempted to ask…
Do I still have a sense of style… or do I merely remember having one?

The trouble is, those two feelings can be very easily confused—especially once comfort enters the conversation.

In this Clarence Mills tale, a well-intentioned choice of attire sets off a chain of events that raises serious questions about fashion, friendship… and whether certain garments should ever be given a second chance.

Because while style may evolve over the years… judgment doesn’t always keep pace.

And occasionally, what feels like a perfectly reasonable decision at home can take on an entirely different character once it’s introduced to the outside world.

If you’ve ever taken a second look and wished you hadn’t…
If you’ve ever trusted comfort just a little too much…
If you’ve ever discovered—far too late—that something should never have left the house…

You may feel very much at home here.

Settle in—this is one fashion decision that doesn’t quite go according to plan.

I’ll be right here Thursday morning with another Clarence Mills tale. And if you’d like the next one to arrive without any effort at all, you’re always welcome to follow along.

I’ve always believed there are two kinds of drivers in this world.

Those who think the speed limit is merely a suggestion… and those who believe it’s a sacred promise made between themselves, the highway department, and—occasionally—the law.

I fall very firmly into the second category.

Which is why what happens next came as something of a surprise.

In this Clarence Mills tale, what begins as a routine drive turns into an encounter with the town’s newest police cruiser—an impressive, heavily equipped machine that seems to have just about every feature imaginable.

And when a simple traffic stop becomes a full-scale demonstration of lights, sirens, gadgets, and enthusiastic explanations… things begin to drift ever so slightly off course.

Because it turns out that sometimes it’s not the driving that causes the trouble…

It’s everything that happens once you’ve already pulled over.

If you’ve ever been quite certain you were doing everything right…
If you’ve ever found yourself caught up in something that grew far beyond its original purpose…
If you’ve ever watched a simple situation quietly unravel in ways no one quite expected…

You may feel very much at home here.

Settle in—this is one stop where the real trouble doesn’t begin until after everything appears to be under control.

I’ll be right here Thursday morning with another Clarence Mills tale. And if you’d like the next one to arrive without any effort at all, you’re always welcome to follow along.

Before we get going, I should probably offer a small, neighborly warning.

This story starts out innocently enough—with memories… the joys of childhood… and the strange things we choose to remember… along with the even stranger things we’re very grateful not to.

It’s a tale about infancy, and those earliest life lessons we never quite signed up for… yet somehow managed to carry with us anyway.

The trouble is, some lessons have a way of sticking around a lot longer than they’re welcome.

And occasionally… they come back to introduce themselves at the worst possible moment.

If you’ve ever looked back and wondered who on earth taught you that…
If you’ve ever tried to unlearn something that had no business lasting into adulthood…
If you’ve ever discovered that your earliest “education” may have left a few… lingering effects…

You may feel very much at home here.

Settle in—though fair warning… this is one life lesson that doesn’t let go easily.

I’ll be right here Thursday morning with another Clarence Mills tale. And if you’d like the next one to arrive without any effort at all, you’re always welcome to follow along.