We referred to our mother's cousin as "Uncle Sam" Biggins and enjoyed visits to his farm. As noted in a previous column, I still picture him with a load of tobacco in his cheek, walking bowlegged to his barn to climb a tractor or bridle a horse. Often I visit with young lads that remind me of Uncle Sam. I inquire if the "position" of their britches made them a tad cooler. A few noted that wearing jeans, south of the waist, did provide some cooling. With a hand on his belt, I questioned one fellow as to the difficulty in strolling "bowlegged" during the heat of the day. He said he maneuvered a little slower as I assumed less energy exertion made him a little cooler.