You knew, one day they'd get Lachowski on a horse

  Contemplating the exigencies

  of fashion marketing, as we

  are all compelled to do, be-

  cause of our jockey pants'

  infamous obsolescence the

  moment Lachowski dons a new 

  pair (despite the ruggedness 

  of those we already own),

  you and I have been resigned

  to the day when his agent

  would find him a mount to

  exploit his lithe seat, 
  whence the latest in equine

  wear must press itself up-

  on us all as a mandamus to

  go shopping. Did you bet, it
  would be some bobtail nag,
  and not this bay?

Oh, Saturday! Have you not noticed, too, that when it runs on at any length, the seeming calm can be disrupted by some obligation not merely to spend unexpectedly, but without expected fulfillment? And yet no plan can prepare us for the novelty of what Francisco Lachowski might wear today, much less tomor-row; and who would care to test the endurance of his friends, for such excuses as not having noticed or cared? As Sunday morning finds us, breaking in our new polo pants at the breakfast table, our pony stamping the earth impatiently for a workout, what is our excuse for having overlooked the sweater?

ii  Francisco Lachowski