• Booze and smoked meats are always good
• I like books. Maybe you know someone who would too. Two that caught my eye:
Lines on a Map: Unparalleled Adventures in Modern Exploration
Tracks Along the Left Coast: Jaime de Angulo & Pacific Coast Culture
• Or how about a bolo tie? I got my first one as a college student — it's the one on the right with the green "stone," which is probably plastic, but I did not have much money then.
Like tattoos, every bolo tells a story — but you can take it off at the end of the day.
"Never Underestimate the Bolo Tie," writes someone with deep New Mexico roots.
For most of my life, I associated this unique type of neckwear with old men, New Mexican politicians, and the 1980s. Even though as an Okie the bolo tie isn’t foreign to my state, I never thought I’d personally sport one.
That all changed at my grandfather’s funeral.
When we laid him to rest, each of his grandsons who served as pallbearers sported one of Grandpa’s old bolo ties.
I picked one from his collection that stuck out to me. It’s a silver keystone with an oval piece of turquoise inlaid in it. Simple, but distinguished.
I was wearing a pair of dark jeans, cowboy boots, white shirt, and brown sport coat. It’s a getup my grandpa would have worn. Rugged, yet refined.
I put the bolo tie on and gave myself a look in the mirror. I was expecting to feel awkward and self-conscious wearing it, but to my pleasant surprise, I thought it actually looked quite sharp on me.