Pat Shingleton: "Pants on the Ground..."
A recent column noted that our grandfather, Bert Price, wore the same clothing every day. His ensemble consisted of long johns, a flannel shirt, bib-coveralls, laced boots, work gloves and his signature railroad hat. Last year the Baker City Council placed "saggy" pants on the agenda, reminding me of this story. You've probably witnessed a few lads, enjoying their pants well below the waist with plaid underwear protruding north, from their britches. Growing-up, we always enjoyed visits to Uncle Sam Biggins' farm. Sam was our Mom's first cousin but we respectively attached the "Uncle" to his name. He was the picture of hard work, not only as a respected mill-right but also maintaining a productive farm that included milk cows, hogs, poultry and horses that we enjoyed. He was a champion as he always gave us a beep-of-the-horn after Sunday services at Wiley Hill Baptist Church. He always displayed a load of tobacco in his cheek as I remember him walking bowlegged to his barn to climb a tractor or bridle a horse. Sam assisted in securing me summer employment at Beaver Thermex, one of the toughest and dirtiest jobs on my resume'. My past visits with young lads, here in Baton Rouge, remind me of Sam, in a much different way. I inquired if the drop of their britches made them a tad cooler. A few noted that wearing saggy pants, south of the waist, provided some cooling. With a hand on his belt, I questioned one fellow as to the difficulty in strolling "bowlegged" in the heat of the day, to keep his pants at the half-way zone? He said he maneuvered a little slower as I assumed less energy exertion caused the cool down. I shared Larry Platt's "Pants on the Ground" with him... he liked it. Uncle Sam wouldn't...PatShingleton.com