So What?

When one sports a gloriously prominent adam’s apple for lo these many years and suddenly awakens to discover it completely submerged in a mass of double chins is that good? Maybe or maybe not. However, when the first pass comes along and, jubilantly the old civies are resurrected from storage, it is with a strange feeling of delight that one starts getting dressed for this great occasion, the first glimpse of the outside world in so many months, or was it years? Time has been so meaningless for so long that it just doesn’t matter. Anyway, that great day has arrived at last and the shirt is gleefully slipped into –well, almost. It lacks a half inch or so of meeting around the neck and it’s skin tight around the middle, but what of that? The tie will hold it in some semblance of placement around the neck.

Nevertheless, thoughts turn back, with regret to that dozen new shirts purchased shortly before donning that brand new suit for the memorable occasion of taking a trip to Madison. And, as the pants are slipped over the feet and brought up towards the waist line a little matter of a few new shirts couldn’t spoil this first trip uptown. OH! N0-0-0-0! It can’t be! But it is. While in storage, those pants have shrunk so much in the waist line that, even when they have been let out right to the very last thread in the material, they’ll still lack a couple of inches of meeting around the waist. Just think of it, there are four more pair back home, just recently bought during a sudden inspiration to take on some Beau Brummel characteristics, before coming to Madison. Wonder if they’ve shrunk that much, too? AND some of us kick about the chow… well… what of it? We hope to get out of here someday and spread our wings to see the wide-open spaces, and we can’t-go in our birthday suits — so what?