A fun letter engages in a little mischief.
There is in fact a street named Savile Row in Hampton. A Goodwill Outlet is in fact located on it. There is also, in fact, a famous street in London which happens to be known for its tailors.
But any real connection between the Goodwill store and the place where tuxedos were invented is purely fanciful.
Which makes me wonder about the joke. Is it good natured or mean spirited? Is it lighthearted or grave; a nod to inexplicable uncertainty, or to dialectical materialism? Is it, in short, clever or condemning?
The letter is a small thing, I know, but I’m so “woke” I don’t know what to do about it.