How does a man easily in his mid-fifties, walking through the business end of the Back Bay and looking in every other way like a proper businessman come to have pants, the cuffs of which sit at least 2-3 inches above his shoes?
'Cuz I didn't get a chance to stop and ask him.
No, he didn't have a short-sleeved dress shirt on with a tie and no jacket. Nice long-sleeved dress shirt. No jacket, no tie. The pants were the only odd thing, and extremely odd at that.