When my Indian father immigrated to the United States in 1976, his first dream was to own a pair of bluejeans. Ever since watching Michael Wadleigh’s 1970 documentary, “Woodstock” in a Mumbai movie house, my father adored denim and Jimi Hendrix. Selling fake IDs in Times Square for $3 an hour, he cobbled together enough money to buy bluejeans. He wore them with pride, setting aside money for rent and food and, of course, more denim. After I was born, he bought me my first petite pair. I now wear bluejeans every day in my father’s honor. — Raj Tawney