East Flatbush, Brooklyn in the 50s. Willy is wearing an electric blue, one button suit with extra wide lapels. Spread shirt collar and a perfect windsor knot on his tie. His pants cuffs are pegged and he is sporting blue alligator/suede shoes. His pompadour speaks for itself. Dapper.
He’s already reading Arthur C. Clark and Murray Heinlein. In about a year he’ll discover Camus and Descartes, then Ginsberg and Ferlinghetti. It was about that time that he began changing his wardrobe.