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My oldest son will head to college in the fall. He’s a man of 18, but he’s still my little boy.
His senior prom is coming up, and he asked for my help finding the right outfit. He’s never owned a suit before, and I gotta say, this was my time to shine.
I walked him through the history of haberdasheries and classic fashion: cap toes versus wingtips, spread collars, pocket squares, the particular authority of a well-knotted tie. All of this knowledge I’ve carried around feels antiquated most days, especially since we both spend the majority of our time in baggy sweats and oversized t-shirts. But his life and career remain ahead of him, and a dark, slim-fit 40 regular hugged his frame like he stepped out of central casting.
I stood back and looked at him.
I’ve been waiting eighteen years to hand him something I knew. That afternoon in a fitting room, I finally got to. It wasn’t about the suit. It was about every piece of knowledge and experience I’ve been storing up, wonderi…
