I looked for a smile from my dad. He had a great smile, a mouth full of even teeth, and a dimple in each cheek. He was wearing his work clothes, not his nice ones. He wore nice clothes no matter the occasion, except when he went to work. None of the wool suits at the shops around here fit him, so he would buy the fabric at a store and take it to the one tailor he knew. That way, the shoulder stitching wouldn’t hang below his shoulder and his pants wouldn’t drag on the ground.