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Every morning that Uncle Albert went to work there was a piece of silk knotted at his collar. Upon his retirement, he announced to his wife, “you can get rid of these!” as he handed her a bag with about fifty neckties in it. Some were plain, some colorful, a few were jewels, a few were hideous, but when put together they formed a tapestry that was interesting, whimsical, colorful and magnetic, rather like Uncle Albert, himself.
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