Ties

My brother is a whopping 30 years old. If you went to his house and looked in his closet you would immediately notice three things. The first would be the seemingly endless amount of Jordan boxes lining the closet with every pair of Jordan's ever made in every color. Then, you would notice the clothes hung meticulously neat. Lastly, you would notice the hanger full of pre-tied ties.

My brother, who has to wear a tie to work everyday, has no idea how to tie a tie. So, being the incredibly smart guy that he is, he had my father tie all of his ties for him. He then, just loosens and unloosens them with wear. I guess it works for him. 

Today, a large group of my students attended the prestigious Cleveland Orchestra. Front row seats I may add. The kids had to dress up to go and many came to school clad in jackets and ties. At the end of the day, one of the boys had mentioned how frustrated he was with how long it took him tie his tie this morning. 

I told him about Nick to make him feel better about his rough time. The young boy summed it up pretty well. "That's kind of sad. I mean, I'm only 10." I agree, Michael, I agree!