Rick Nelson and Claude Peck dispense unasked-for advice about clothing, etiquette, culture, relationships, grooming and more.
CP: If anyone wants to understand the cut of our jibs, they need only look at how we approached prom.
RN: For starters, the theme of my 1978 senior prom was “Precious and Few.” Jealous, much?
CP: Envy only makes me look older.
RN: Not as old as I feel when I’m seated next to a table of contemporary prom couples, all dolled up for their big evening.
CP: Now as then, the young are prone to fashion blunders. Girls, prom is not the night to unleash your inner streetwalker. Guys, just say no to the colors white and powder blue. And the tux-with-sneakers thing? We are not amused.
RN: As for the top hats and canes, well, no.
CP: Enough about others, what about us? You and your high-caliber prom date made the cover of the Burnsville Explainer, right?
RN: It was the Envoy, thank you very much. Lord knows why she chose to attend prom with the nerdacious likes of me, but I was fortunate enough to escort one of BHS’ loveliest girls. She held the title of Minnesota’s Junior Miss, so it was the equivalent of having Jennifer Lawrence, post-Oscars, on my arm. When we were announced on the promenade, an ocean of Instamatic flashbulbs nearly blinded me, that’s how famous she was. I heard one of the parents in the bleachers say, “Oh, she’s beautiful … but who is he?”