I'm All In on Utility Kilts

Thanks to a man in East Troy, Wisconsin, and Willy Chavarria I am living in unbifurcated bliss.

I was in East Troy, Wisconsin, for the Fourth of July, where the only coffee worth driving to is a solid 15 minutes from anywhere. And then, I see him—this is going to sound made up, but trust me—a farmer unloading his silver Cybertruck, wearing a kelly green T-shirt, sneakers, calf-height socks, and tan cargo shorts—or so I thought. I did a double take. Wait, no—not shorts. A kilt. Yes, a kilt. And as I took that in, I noticed he was casually organizing a bag of bowling pins in the back of the truck. Because… why not.