Ask him if he's offended that I thought his name was "Stephen" until maybe a couple of months ago.
Wait, no, don't ask that, it's embarrassing.
Excellent RFT from my brother (background - our parents live in upstate NY, and I had suggested one of the scarves from Blackbird
as a possible gift for our mother):
All of those scarves are some shade of the all-enveloping darkness of upstate NY. A darkness that one, upon the understanding that upstate NY is the answer and the destiny, will try to mask or otherwise wish away through whatever means necessary. The scarves themselves represent the cold dark night of detachment and silence through the never-ending winter. They are city scarves, scarves from where the dirty dark people cramped next to one another with their noise and their light dwell. The scarves are evil and are depressing. It is not the bleak solitude of nothingness in the midst of nowhere that is depressing, but rather the multitudes of the slovenly packed up against one another with their brash yelling and unending lights and quarrels. The scarves are to be banished to their evil city place and to be replaced by good things, happy things. Nice things for the nice people.