The area around Fourth Presbyterian Church seems to be a fashion magnet, especially for the young. Ripped jeans are a thing these days, one I don’t get. When I was young and my jeans were torn, my mom sewed them up or patched them. They were then assigned to be worn for dirty jobs. Digging in the backyard, fishing, playing football. The ripped jeans cost a lot more than the in tact jeans I wore and still do wear.