Not since Gary Cooper strode that dusty western street to do in the seemingly invincible black-hat jaspers in the academy award winning movie, has “High Noon” assumed such dramatic proportions. But it was just at that seersucker hour at the beginning of the Delta, the Peabody Lobby, that a flash mob assembled to claim long-neglected rights on Friday, August 29; a day that shall live in the annals of late-summer “Cool.”
Several score sported gray and white, blue and white, butterscotch and white, red and white seersucker! They were distaff demonstrators and Atticus-attired he-men (and NO, I won’t say he-persons) voicing eloquent appeals that the MidSouth Fashion Police spare wearers of the puckering cloth until the Ides of October, at least. So perfectly plausible and ringing were the arguments against having to wear tweeds to the first September football game played in 90 degree heat, that the fabled walls to Southern Comfort came tumblin’ down. The Fashion Police must have been sworn in amid blasts of early autumn lake-effect chill in the upper Midwest to deprive the Ashley Wilkeses of the MIdSouth of their seersucker so soon…so soon.
That vaunted Community Organizer, Bill Haltom, spread the word yet another year that the banner of his cause, unfurled and proud seersucker, would wave in demonstration for common sense and cool heads. His disciples were vocal in appreciation as Haltom in rhetoric fully reminiscent of Rev. King, exhorted, cajoled, wooed and tested with a wealth of seersucker trivia. Surely, the Peabody and Memphis have earned yet another historic distinction…..The Seersuck Heard Round the World?
“We cotton to all y’all, you hear?”