Everyone talks about Frankie, but no one talks about his shoes. He’s the only guy we know who still wears wingtips, no socks. Sports a boutonnière. Who has hair left to leave on a pillow. Who boasts he’s slept with scores of women and even a few guys. Been to every hippie festival since Albert Hofmann invented LSD. Frankie started wearing wingtips back then. Seems there was some “young blossom” he aimed to impress—that girl who whirled her skirts like a dervish on speed. How could she manage to look down at your feet, then, we asked. You ever try bringin’ it home in saddle shoes? he snickered, reaching down, tying his laces with a double knot, side-shuffle-tapping his way out the door.

Bio: Mikki Aronoff