We all need a suit like that. The suit that says, "bring it." Sometimes, when I'm traveling light and far, a comfy pair of jeans and a small backpack are that suit. Sometimes its a tweed jacket and club tie for coffee--or better, sherry. Whatever it is, it's a little bit of costume, a little bit ridiculous for one's station, whether a click too high or a notch too low. It's a suit that sets our minds for magic. The wonderful thing is, that it so often comes when we're ready to see.
As a critical aside, this strip is among the 8% or so (I'm estimating) that gives us Calvin from his parents' eyes. These only work because we know Calvin so well from his own point of view, so that the change of perspective is still tethered to the familiar. It's like seeing "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead," or the Lion King 1 and 1/2, which is the same thing.
