Years ago, my dad (who was a painting contractor) had a client who noticed the t-shirt he was wearing. It was my (knock-off) Rockette t-shirt (my mom did the laundry and didn’t pay attention to the fact that it was not one of my dad’s shirts and put it with his work clothes. I was a bigger teen; my dad a smaller guy). The client informed my dad that A) it was not official and B) did he know she was a Rockette herself? Well […]