A couple of times now I have seen something in downtown Dallas over the course of my travels. Something that has intrigued me, and made me wonder. Something that is not, for once, a bird.
It is Khaki Man.
That may or may not be an actual title that he uses. Who can be sure. But khaki he most certainly is. He wears a khaki colored shirt surmounted by a khaki colored jacket. His pants? Khaki. His socks? Visible because of the fact that his pants are also highwaters, khaki. His shoes, alas, are brown, but light brown.
I would have discounted my initial sighting as a fluke, but I have seen him in this ensemble since then. It doesn't appear to be a uniform, just his color preference. Perhaps he dreams of safaris? Perhaps he finds that getting dressed is easier if all articles of clothing are neutral? Who can say. All I know is that he walks with purpose, carrying his khaki messenger bag. And I salute him internally, for no other reason than appreciation for a rebel who revels in monotony of attire.
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