Across from this view on Brock is this one – a men’s shop in an asymmetrical high contrast 1885 brick building. I don’t buy clothes at men’s shops. They exude things I can’t pull off – style, tailoring, funny swirly design sweaters for $165.00. I also have 37 inch arms that none of these shops can fully cover – “it’ll look great if you roll up the sleeves”. I am a LL Bean seconds-shop kind of guy. Too bad. You imagine that in some of these olders shops there are spittoons in the change rooms, boxing magazine subscriptions, supplies of subdued colognes named like “Bermuda Gentleman”.