I don't pick up a lot of ties, but this vintage one was too awesome to leave behind.
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Oh...yeah. Also I walked into a hole in the wall dump of a thrift store I usually avoid. It's in the ghetto and the stuff is all piled high in trash bags. Not very many clothes, and they are all moth eaten. The only pair of shoes ever saw in there looked like a dog chewed on them. As soon as I hit the door, I saw a sweet pair of Shells from across the room. Pics later tonight after clean-up.
Bostonian Crown Windsor Shell PTB 11 D/B