I was stumped today about what to post on TIE O’ THE DAY, and suddenly my phone beeped. It was this picture of my first brother-in-law, Kent, gussied up in his church clothes. I had recently gifted him this teed-up-golf-balls Tie o’ the Day, because golf is his passion. In recent years, when Mom would come up north and stay with Kent and BT for a couple of days, he and Mom would watch golf on tv together for hours and days—while BT was off doing her own thing, which usually involved books and/or genealogy. And then, Kent and Mom would go grocery shopping together. Kent is the originator of our family saying: “How the Hell-en are you?” It’s what he’d say whenever he’d call Mom to check on her, beginning way back in the 70’s.
Anyhoo… BT/Mercedes says Kent received several comments about his tie today—I’m assuming at church. That makes me so happy! I want you to know that I love my neckwear collection so much that if I think a particular tie would have a better life around someone else’s neck, I wistfully—but gladly—give it away. A tie might not live under my roof anymore, but I still have the memories of the time we shared together. I love a tie enough to let it move on to a more fitting destiny. The tie’s welfare is the most important consideration.