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<\/p>\nMany people have Christmas ties with snow, snowmen, Santa, or other seasonal imagery on them. Some involve lights and music.<\/p>\n
But, friends, I have an Easter tie.<\/p>\n
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It looks like it’s made from an old bed sheet, and it feels like cotton instead of a more silky tie material. I’ve only worn it a couple of times prior to before making it the official Easter tie, but now it’s an annual tradition.<\/p>\n
I bought this tie, what, 26 years ago? I was at the university, and I worked at a grocery store on the northwest side of Milwaukee that required its baggers to wear shirts and ties–along with slacks and nice shoes– every day. Why, when I started, they also required a blue vest with your name tag on it, but a bagger rebellion and the cost of replacing them eventually led that to go by the wayside. So I needed ties when I was nineteen years old.<\/p>\n
On Fridays, we could cash our paychecks right there in the store, and a friend and I would hop the 76th street bus (Route 67, which is weird because it was on 76th Street, but I am no mass transit expert) to the local mall (Northridge). Where, too often, we (and by “we,” I mean “I”) would blow a whole week’s pay (around $100 in the days of $3.65 minimum wage).<\/p>\n
One day, we were in J.C. Penney’s. My aunt had given me a gift certificate (not a gift card<\/em>), and I wanted to buy something inexpensive because the store gave refunds in cash<\/em> in those days. And I was a poor college student prone to blowing his whole paycheck on music and movies and video games, so I always needed extra cash. So I found this tie marked down to $1.98, and I jumped on it.<\/p>\n As I was checking out, I told the cashier I was lucky because it was the last one. He didn’t realize I was joking.<\/p>\n