Buckskin: (n) the skin of a male deer.
I saw it on TV.
I had to have it.
Being only ten years old, my negotiating skills were undeveloped. I explained to my mother and my father that the buckskin shirt I saw the little boy wearing on the Daniel Boone television show was so cool that I must have one right now.
This was long before the Internet or when information on such garments was readily available. My mother actually had to write to the studio in Hollywood to find out where a shirt could be purchased.
I must tell you, she was in no hurry about it. Matter of fact, it took two months to get the letter written and a response back.
The studio was so kind they actually sent her a pattern for the shirt, explaining where to acquire buckskin.
Two immediate problems came to the forefront: the buckskin was very expensive, and the shirt pattern was sized for a boy who was rather small–which was not me.
So Mother found a seamstress who agreed to make the shirt for me as a Christmas present. But she explained to my parents that we would need two-and-a-half times the amount of buckskin to cover my skin.
The project was abandoned.
My parents emphatically explained that they could not use their entire paycheck for the next week to make me look like Daniel Boone’s little nephew.
I never got my buckskin shirt.
It was the first of many disappointments in my life, which fortunately did not lead me to a life of crime.
Though as you can see, I would have had a good excuse.