Chapter 11I’d gotten myself a new set of cufflinks and studs for my tux. The old ones had been mother of pearl and gold. That wouldn’t go with the turquoise and silver earrings Stuart had given me. So the new ones were plain silver. If you looked closely, you’d see that they were in the shape of a small rope or heavy cord tied in a knot.
As I tied my tie, I mused about the collars on the shirts men wore with tuxedos. I was of the generation that wore wing collars. I thought that was cool because I had seen pictures and movies from and about the 1920s with people like Scott Fitzgerald in formal suits with wing collars. I also knew that my father and my older brothers wore formal shirts with straight collars. Maybe that’s why I didn’t like them. At least not for me. I decided to keep tabs o
