Bare legs. So immodest. He had always been taught that. Even for men. Especially old men. Who wants to see old man legs. Not good. He had worn shorts when he was a boy. But when he was fifteen he wore shorts out to the barn. When he was watering the cattle he caught his calf on a rusted piece of pipe that was sticking out of the crumbling concrete. He probably should have had stitches. But he didn’t. It left a wide pale scar. If he had been wearing dungarees he supposed that wouldn’t have happened. At least not so bad. So he didn’t wear shorts anymore after that.