Some people say when they have cash in their hands, they start to feel rich again.
Not I.
The first time I began to feel rich in the truest sense of the word was when I felt the sheen of silk and drank in the colors and patterns of so many ties. They were my ticket to manhood. I longed to put each one around my neck and tie them in front of a mirror, but now that I had a pair of suits hanging in my closet, I knew I needed a raft of ties. There was no question of my getting new suits.
That day I brought home thirty ties. I bought ten pairs of socks and three pairs of sock garters. I felt gleeful as Christmas.
That night I learned how to tie properly without needing to look at myself. I untied and retied. I regarded myself with a critical eye. Was there a touch of daintiness in my appear
