I couldn’t place my finger on it. Khaki shorts. A revolutionary idea for faster running. It seemed so obvious. Why had nobody thought of this before?
And then I remembered. Before the St. Louie boys had taken their SATs, before it became trendy, before there seemed to be a reason for it, one guy was rocking the khaki short and taking names. It’s harder than you think when someone takes your name.
That guy, of course, is my friend, mentor and parole officer, the mythical El Señor KhakiPants.
I always wondered why he was so fast. It’s gotta be the shorts …