Ban Lon

When I was a child growing up in Oklahoma City I had a thing for what I thought were cool clothes. My Mother introduced me to style (Oklahoma Style). I love madras shorts and saddle oxfords…but I really like Ban Lon shirts. There were two varieties…the cheap and the one’s that sold for over 10 dollars….I liked the more expensive…you could tell..these Ban Lons had class. Anyhow, my Mother bought me a cheap one…what a drag…so I wore it to the store where the expensive one’s were sold. I picked up an over ten dollar Ban Lon in my size and took it into the dressing room…I took all the pins and price tags off…took the cheap shirt off, and did a switch. I walked out of the store like nothing had happened. That night my Mother got a call from the store…Mister Caudill…Phil Caudill’s dad. Phil and I went to school together. My switch was not that smooth…something about crooked pins and such…they had me. I had to return the good Ban Lon…I thought about this today as I was croosing the railroad tracks…just a thought of a thread of the weaving that went into making me the man that I am today. True Confessions! I only wear cotton now. Ban Lon’s would not work. Ah…the progress of the soul in this man that I am. That Prit’s and I revelling last Holidays behind Varsha and David who were visiting from Hawaii.