By Mike Conklin From the first mild day of fall straight through the earliest days of spring, there is a very good chance that the pants I’m wearing are of the corduroy variety. This was the case when I was a teenager in the ’90s, aping the over-sized style of the punk bands I was listening to at the time. It was the case in my 20s and 30s when I settled into more of a heritage/workwear vibe, and it was also the case whenever I decided to lean into the trad/Ivy look I’ve always enjoyed but never quite known how to pull off without looking like an actual old man. The point is, corduroy pants ar…