A Day in The Life: Rights of Passage


This morning I woke to find one of my ties draped across a table in the den. I have not worn a tie for several months, and so I concluded it was my son who borrowed it and left it there.

Borrowing a tie is not something you have to train your son to do. It just happens. I remember borrowing ties from my dad (in fact I think I still have a couple of them). It seems to be a signal of the passing of some point in the maturing process, but I’m not quite sure what that point is.

I have borrowed my one of my son’s ties, it was his school tie; the most expensive tie I have ever bought.


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