Open the door to my closet nowadays and you will find half-a-dozen flannel or denim shirts, jeans or work slacks and a collection of causal pullovers.

Two suits still hang in one corner: a gray one for weddings and a black one for funerals, along with a couple of dress shirts, two or three ties and one pair of black wing-tips.

That’s it. The uniform of the day is a flannel or denim shirt over a t-shirt along with jeans and a pair of work shoes or sneakers.

When we started the move from Arlington late last year, we took more than a dozen suits and scores of dress shirts to Goodwill, shedding the last vestiges of a time when wearing such attire mattered.

No more. Nowadays, dressing up means tucking in the shirt tail.