Good fortune brought the four of us to the table early one afternoon for some simple fare and a few choice bottles of red. Not a bad first "meeting." Sharing life stories and telling tall tales, it wasn't long till Pops started going on about his love for the hardware stores and feed supplies of days past -- specifically those that serviced the fertile lands of Northern California. He envisioned what it would look like if we were to establish one today. Over the next few months, we planned out damn near every inch of it -- that was until we got hung up on this pair of pants. The result is not "everything but the farm," just the perfect pair of pants for today's honest tradesman. The store will surely follow one day soon...maybe when we can get Pops to stop jabbering about these pants.