The Ides of March

So every ides of March I think of my high school Latin teacher (Calculus and Latin.  Yes, I was cool AND practical even then. ).

Mr Cusick carried an authentic, hand sewn linen tunic and toga as well as hand sewn leather sandals in the trunk of his car at all times.  Nope, not for the spur of the moment toga party... in case he found a time machine.

In the event that he found a time machine, he wanted to be able to dart to his car, grab his ensemble and zoom him self back to ancient Rome.  He kept a scraggly beard and matching hairdo for the same reasons of authenticity.

Because, clearly, the biggest glitch in this scenario would be well-styled hair or a pair of Nikes.