I saw something the other day that made me wonder what is
what.” What would that be?” you might ask. Well, I will tell you what, after I
explain to you that I, at one time, was a young person. I’m sure that I did
some things that made older folks scratch their heads in wonder. I grew my hair
longer than older folks normally did. I have to say, however that it wasn’t
necessarily because of The Beatles. For some reason, I liked the look of much
older folks of the masculine persuasion, like Ben Franklin, Buffalo Bill Cody,
George Armstrong Custer, Jesus… I think
you get the picture. The point is I was, maybe, different than others of my
age. Never-the-less, kids my age tended to
have longer hair and, as soon as possible, would grow face hair, if they could,
and even when they couldn’t. Older folks didn’t care for it so much and would
make comments like, “Isn’t that hot for the summer?” or “Doesn’t that
itch?” The answer was “I like it this
way!”
In my town (Topeka, Kansas), during a few years in the 60s,
there was a very strange phenomenon concerning clothes that I don’t think went
past the city limits. It was very popular for guys to wear “flag jackets” (a
kind of windbreaker with a large differently colored rectangle on the back
similar to a signal flag that sailors used to send messages), Adler socks and
very tight high-water 501 Levis that came down, maybe, to the tops of their
Adler socks. If they felt dressy, they
would wear wing-tip-dress shoes—they had to be wing-tips. I must admit that I never had a
“flag-jacket”—I just now tried to google it but the only thing that came up was
“American Flag-jackets.” I did, however,
wear wing-tips to church and other dressy occasions. What can you say?
Wing-tips are very cool. I actually had a nice pair of black and white saddle-styled-wing-tips.
I was the envy. I would get some to wear on stage today, if I could find some.
I also wore Adler socks, because they felt good. You maybe couldn’t tell that I was being
stylish, because I wore my 501 Levis (I wasn’t completely out of fashion)
longer than most everyone else. My best friend admitted to me much later in
life that when we first saw me in junior high school he thought I looked like
some kind of dweeb (probably not the words he used) and he was tempted to kick
my butt. Obviously his hesitancy to go
down that road saved him from a terrible beating, but the point is that I was
apparently not following the crowd to any great degree.
Before I get back to my original comment about “What is
What?”, let me say that I don’t get the sagging britches thing that has been
going on now for a couple decades or more. Why do so many kids and some young
men wear their pants like that? Even some men in their mid-twenties are still
wearing. Usually they have their underwear sticking up to the waste, but their
britches about 4 or 5 inches below that.
Sometimes you can see they are actually wearing a belt, but how do they
actually keep the pants up? It can’t be that they can run from the police any
faster, holding their pants with both hands to keep them from tripping.
Then there are all of the piercings in different places in
the face and hoops in the earlobes that you could put a clothes hanger hook
through. I guess it’s an
attention-getting-thing, but it would be more simple to have a tattoo on their
foreheads—they likely have many tattoos everywhere else, so one more wouldn’t
be a big deal--that says “Hey, everyone, I am an idiot.” Am I being unkind or
disrespectful? Probably. But I digress…
Back to my original “What is What?” comment. I was getting
back in my truck the other day, after buying a cheeseburger to eat on the road.
It was a hundred degrees out and I see two young fellows going into the burger
joint. They were both wearing stocking caps! What is that about? I suppose that they may have both gotten
ridiculous haircuts and wearing the woolen stocking caps to hide their shame. I
know, there probably isn’t and such a thing as a haircut so ridiculous that
some young folks would be embarrassed over, but if there were, baseball caps
would most likely have covered that. Or,
they could have had a killer air-conditioner in their car and their heads were
getting really cold—they had their ears covered. Of course, they may belong to the Michael Nesmith Fan Club, or have just been trying to
cover the “Hey, I’m an idiot!” tattoos they had gotten the night before, when
imbibing illegal substances.