I poked fun of white pants and navy blazers for graduation since the day Joe stepped on the campus of McCallie. I remember Mary Kay and I would comment on "we need to get those darn white pants". In Joe's case it was a determined quest to have him wear the white pants.
We as parents jump at the chance to buy them cheap since we knew most of the boys will never wear them again. Well, maybe if you go on to Ole Miss you would wear them again. But I knew my sons would only wear them at gun point or to save another person's life.
But seriously, as much fun as it is to poke at these virgin white pants, when the boys of McCallie walk into graduation it is spectacular. It is a crossing point, a bridge from being boys to men, an induction to the long blue line; however they want to be a part of that tradition. And then at the reception what bugged them was stripped away and what was endearing was apparent as they hugged each other, posed for pictures and finally said goodbye to "The Ridge".
Navy blazers, McCallie ties and white pants were worth the effort.
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