The Skill is Gone

The other day I was driving through Farmland, Indiana.   It was rush hour somewhere, but not in Farmland that day…or ever.

The town has a population of 1,340 plus one guy who looked a little out of place.  He was doing the strut where one arm swings and the other holds the waist of his pants to keep them from falling below his knees.

"I wonder where his underwear were made," I thought, because that's how much of a problem I have.

I'm not against the baggy-pants look, but Farmland is the kind of pla