In search of argyle

As I continue to age, I have noticed two distinct things gaining importance in my life; comfort and plaid. Both of these mature interests are joined together in eternally perfect harmony in argyle socks.

For the longest time, I owned just one pair of argyle socks. Shamefully they sat, still packaged, in a dresser drawer for a very long time. That changed about a year ago when Andrea must have been at the end of the laundry cycle. All my regular socks were being laundered so, reluctantly, I unpackaged the argyle's and wore them for the day. To my surprise, they were the most comfortable socks I had ever worn. Additionally, as a surprise benefit, they also confirmed to the skeptics that I really do have at least one ounce of Scottish blood in my system.

Over time, I noticed that my lone pair of argyle's went from being the last pick to my first choice. Several weeks ago I thought, "I should get some more of these!" And the search was on.

I drove to Wal-Mart......nothing. The suit store.......zip. Old Navy........nada. Pizza Hut........mmmm, pizza (but no argyle). Surprised and discouraged, I essentially gave up my search.

Thankfully, that's not where the story ends. During our Sunday evening Youth Group, I posed the question to our teens. Because teens have clearly established that they know everything, I surmised that of course they would have the answer. Guess what.....they knew. Maranda suggested several stores I could try and gave me examples of specific people that bought argyle socks there (how did she know that?). Sara even confirmed Maranda's suggestion (very interesting). Danny even went so far as to call me exactly one week later from the Wyoming Valley Mall as he stood in front of several different styles available in the shoe department in the Bon Ton (he even offered to buy me a few pair and I could re-imburse him later).

So, with the help of my faithful Youth Group (capitalized out of respect), I am now the proud owner of several new pairs of argyle socks. Hats off (or should I say "socks off") to the teens who made it all happen. Well done.