Childhood reflections with a touch of grace: Father knows best

Fashion has never been a thing for me, although I have bravely donned a pink shirt a few times. This caused no shortage of panic in my less-masculine friends who were certain that wearing pink would result in the immediate blooming of lace on their underwear. I also may have inadvertently started the phenomenon known as “sagging.” I had a bad habit of forgetting where I left my belt, which sometimes forced me to go about my day feeling a bit breezy as my pants labored to keep up, literally. There was no use complaining to my dad about this issue. On a thousand different occasions, he would instruct me to always put my things, especially my belt, in the same location. “After all, Son, t