Jack Russell on pants

In junior high, I was abused soundly for my choice in trousers. I liked to wear Army fatigues. It seemed as though, and I may be wrong, but that is why I said seems, that about 10% of the male population of our class was either beating me up, or having fun watching it. No Fun.

I just bought a pair of fatigues when I was at a thrift shop picking up a new chair for my home office (cheap). They had a pile of pants there and some were in my size. I am too chubby to be in the small range, and too skinny to be medium, so when I see pants that fit, man I buy them. Hey. These things are really comfortable. I am guessing that I will be ridiculed less at the garden center, now that I am nearly 40. I am really hoping not to get beat up.

Who is a townie?

I mean, If I have to ask, am I disqualified. Even though I grew up here, and came back here, and am raising my family here, I still have to ask, does that make me a townie? Or do I have to give up my degrees to become one. I mean, as Russell’s, we have been in town for over two hundred years, yet no one has ever reffered to me as a townie. Hey. I have been to the Chat!( pronounced shat). What is it that makes a true townie what they are. Looking at the movie “Breaking Away”, the townies were the “cutters”, the native stone workers. Their rivalry was with the local college folks. Who should our rivalry be with? The McMansion owners…who?
So who is a townie? Who is not? And if I am a townie how do I make it work with the town boards?