I went most of my adult life with one word pegging my description: suspenders.
You could walk into any one of a variety of places around town and say "Suspenders?" Someone would know who you were talking about and when I was in last.
Since retirement, I've mostly switched to bibs.
My best friend was known in every gun store around town as "Ruger Santa." He looked like a cross between Santa Claus and Chester the Molester, and he was always on the lookout for unique Rugers.
Last edited by shaman; 02/19/24.
