Jeans...

... when I first moved back to the United States, I found myself in a strange situation... in the land of cowboy boots and flannel shirts, I was lacking... I realized on the first day that I was woefully without a staple... jeans... hard to fathom, I know, but I can explain... see, I wore business suits to work everyday and my closet was overflowing with them... if I did lawn work or went hiking, I wore my old fatigues... if a meeting, dinner party, or some other occasion called for "casual dress", I wore khakis... I had no jeans....

... one does not realize how much of a social modifier the correct dress is... everywhere I went for the first two weeks of being back in Tennessee, I was overdressed... in a way, it was quite shaming... we are, for the most part, social creatures after all... and like it or not, subconsciously we want to blend... oh, sure.. we all have our individual fashion flourishes.. the things that make us stand out and set us apart... but all in all, we're herd animals... and I was definitely the odd man out...

... my ailing Father took it upon himself to open up his wardrobe to me.. share his jean wealth with his number 1 Son... I leaped at the chance, and found a faded pair of non-namebrand jeans that fit perfectly... I cleaved them unto me, people... and as I slipped them onto my bony legs, I suddenly felt that I was Home...

.. since then, of course, my closet has changed... laid by are the suits and khakis... and laid on are stacks and stacks of Levis and Wranglers... there is even a pair of Marithe & Francois Girbaud, I think... (but I don't wear them.. they were a gift from someone.. they're like rock candy... they're just for lookin' at)....

.... anyway, yesterday, after five years of loyal service, my faded non-name brand jeans gave up the ghost... dripping in sweat, I bent down to screw in one of the deckboards, and the knee gave way... ripped from side to side a full five inches... it was truly the end of an era....

... twenty more minutes of crawling around on the deck, and the other knee gave way.... with a heavy sigh, I jumped off the deck and sat myself in the shade of a poplar tree.... and with misty ceremony, withdrew my trusty blade.... sitting there quietly, I turned my favorite jeans into shorts... carefully running the serrations of the knife against the grain of the denim... feeling the slight pull as I cut.... feeling more than a tinge of sadness in their loss...

.... I woke up this morning and realized that, had my Father lived, today would have been his 60th birthday... writing this now, I feel that those jeans died as he would have wanted... under the yolk of The Man... damp with the sweat of honest labor...

... Cheers, Dad... I miss you, buddy... I know I failed you a lot, but yesterday I would have made you proud....

by Eric on September 23, 2005 | Bullshit (10) | TrackBack (0) | SWG Stories
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Graet story and yes a fitting end to the jeans. Yes it would have been his birthday. If still with us on this earth no dout we all would be together building a fire a celebrating his and mom's birthday as we so often did. He would have been proud to see those pants go.

Bullshitted by Big Daddy C on September 23, 2005 02:10 PM

Lovely post.

Bullshitted by Richmond on September 23, 2005 03:35 PM

As usual you make me laugh, go awwww, then cry. Don't worry you didn't fail your dad, no child can, unless they are truly horrid to their parent, and I seriously doubt you were. Wear your shorts proudly!

Bullshitted by livey on September 23, 2005 03:51 PM

The only guy I know who can spin such a heart warming story out of a torn pair of jeans!

Bullshitted by Indigo on September 23, 2005 05:43 PM

I'm having a hard time picturing you in cut-offs though...

Bullshitted by Princess Cat on September 23, 2005 06:27 PM

wow, darlin...great tale of love and denim...you didn't bother to take those jeans off before you attacked them with your knife, did you? your dad would be proud, but your mother would be terrified...

Bullshitted by shoe on September 23, 2005 07:11 PM

whut a fine piece of ritin! im in awe. miz bd tole me ye had writ a furst rate post, but i had no idee. ritin like this heres the reason i keep cummin back.

Bullshitted by buddy don on September 23, 2005 07:26 PM

Yeah, those jeans went just the way he would have wanted.

And *here's* to your Dad.

Bullshitted by Tammi on September 23, 2005 08:30 PM

Geez Eric! I'm old enough to be your father!

Bullshitted by Denny on September 23, 2005 10:02 PM

What Shoe said!

Bullshitted by Bou on September 23, 2005 10:12 PM