I make the rounds of the secondhand stores, goodwill, salvation army. I do it once a week, usually, sometimes twice a week in the spring. Most of the selection is cheap, not that old, poorly maintained, shouldn't have been bought even when it was new.
The suit is from the forties, easily. Great condition, fits me like a glove. Somebody's grandfather had it in an upstairs closet that he hadn't been well enough to reach for years.
Now, wearing it, I know what he knew, feel what he felt, see what he saw. I know where the bodies are buried.