Ties

Ties

I wear ties now, because no one in Tepoztlan

does, except for the odd bank worker. I have

two ties that followed me to Mexico, purchased

when I had some money. They are the same 

forest green color, with different subtle patterns. 

I couldn't decide between them, so, I bought

them both.

I wear them loosely, with a long sleeved shirt, as

if I'd just gotten off some important job.

My father was a lawyer in Chicago. His office was

in a big building on La Salle street. I was the same 

size as my father, so I could wear his sport coats,

though I never did. When he died, they all went

away somewhere.

He had lots of wide ties that were the fashion in the

forties. One tie was red, with what appeared to be

white filigree lines down it. They were actually 

cursive writing with a mirror image so they appeared 

as filigree.

When you held it sideways so you could read the 

writing, it read:

"Go piss up a rope."

I really wanted that tie.

I could use it now.