My Grandfather (who died just after my first birthday) was a good dresser, who liked hats, shoes, bow ties and such. My father was a bit of a rebel against that, so I didn't learn much sartorially from him, but I did get ...
- an appreciation for the greatness of Harris Tweed
- an appreciation for wearing a tie to work every day (which my father, a junior-highschool teacher, did long after all the other teachers had "gone caj" and skipped the tie and such)
- the occasional compliment to my sartorial choices, indicating that his father would have approved.
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