In high school, my best friend and I got into punk, skating, and cruising Goodwill for all our clothes. My penchant was for plaid patterned button-ups, he loved what I can only describe as "neo-70's" style smooth wear. It became a game for me to always have plaid on in some form or other, so he started calling me Chad the Plaid-Clad Lad as a joke. Over time, Plaid became my nickname with him and a couple close friends whenever we were on road trips or other crazy adventures together, many of which involved hitchhiking, squatting in abandoned buildings, and lots of other stuff I'm afraid to tell my kids about. 4 years ago (20 years since those days in high school) he accidentally fell from a 20 foot balcony and broke his neck, dying almost instantly. I still miss him everyday. In his honor, I took up the name "Plaid" again as a trail name and now wear a bit of plaid somewhere on me whenever I hit the trail.