The Baker Bun Run
Back when I was at Austin College, I lived for three years at Baker Hall. One of our dorm traditions was the annual Baker Bun Run, in which the fellows would run a lap around the campus dressed in nothing but their boxers (a relic, I imagine, of the streaking phenomenon of the 70s). I never participated, considering such things beneath my dignity, but now that I’m older I really wish that I had. It would have been fun, and harmless. And—in keeping with my tweed-tie-and-sweater-vest persona—I could have worn boxers with a tie, and nothing else. It would have been amusing, and it would have been an amusing memory, but due to my reticence it’s naught but a regret now.
