Call It What You Want...

This happened several weeks ago but it struck me again today as it was rainy and cold in downtown Noblesville.

I saw two sets of young men, about the same age, who could not have been less alike.

First, walking down the street, each using one hand to hold up pants that were, as fashion seems to still dictate for this sort, many many sizes too big, were two fellows, probably in their late teens or early 20s. One wore a hat, and the other sported a scraggly hairdo. Neither had a jacket, despite the chill in the air. They were clearly walking together, but one was a pace or two behind the other, so as not to look as if they were "together."

A block down the street I passed two fellows who could easily have been Mormon missionaries. They wore black trousers, clean (albeit soggy, I am sure, in that weather) shoes, white shirts, ties, and black overcoats. They walked side-by-side, each carrying a tidy black umbrella to shelter him from the rain. Each had neatly trimmed hair, and was every mother's epitome of "clean cut."

Those first guys were probably just as nice as the second. Maybe nicer. But I had to laugh at the contrast.