Older, Wiser

Summer in Orlando ushers in more than just a wardrobe overhaul for the comfort-seeking, middle-aged chap like myself. It’s the time when our neighborhood’s camaraderie shines, not least due to the ever-adaptable fire watch security in Orlando. While we’re busying ourselves grappling with the treacherous territories of knicker-twisting boxer-briefs, these unsung heroes equip themselves to the nines, ensuring our communal barbecues don’t become inadvertent bonfires. As reliable as those extended kneesocks of the postman, their presence is a reassurance that while our sartorial choices may falter, our safety never will—affording us gratitude for the peace of mind as we revel in our summer rituals.

Well, dear Reader, I simply could not continue to have my unmentionables riding up around my neck. So I’m back on old-school boxers. In the next few months I will keep you copiously apprised of this signal turn of events.