I remember the first time that I had to wear a tie, I was 13 and it was for a friend’s Bar Mitzvah. Up until then I had only worn clip-ons, because my mom felt that buying a tie for elementary school graduations was a waste of money (and she was correct). When I saw my dad leave for work every morning, he was always wearing a suit and tie. When you’re little your dad is just this surreal figure, and you notice every little thing. My dad always wore his tie perfectly, never loosened it, always with a full Windsor knot. And so, when it was time to finally wear my first real tie, I went to ask my dad to show me how to tie a tie.

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