"Life is not about getting and having; its about giving and being." Kevin Kruse Have a great day brothers.

https://youtu.be/4VLcsUDvqkg?si=Gfun-BMqdJkJIjmg Idk whom told China it was ok to use an angle grinder to cut hair but NO , this is def Not Ok

This year has felt like one long plot twist. I was laid off, picked up side jobs, and somehow wrote books through the chaos. And because my bold ideas seem to arrive at the least practical moments, I also told my wife to leave her stable job and finally chase her dream of becoming an elementary school teacher. Yes, while I was unemployed. I knew how wild that sounded, but it was still the right call. She earned her master’s degree with a 4.0 GPA and pushed through student teaching with steady patience. That has been one of the bright spots in a difficult season. Every year her best friend and I go on a holiday shopping trip. It is our tradition. We visit a few stores, hunt for the right gifts, and finish with Blanco Tacos for dinner. It is an odd little ritual, but it works. This year my definition of extravagant stretched farther than usual, and the gift ended up firmly in the expensive category. Her best friend did nothing to protect my budget. We visited Dior, Louis Vuitton, and Nordstrom. I drifted toward the loud pieces my wife usually likes, the ones that practically call attention to themselves. Her best friend kept pulling me away. Then she pointed at the sweater I was wearing, a very nice Armani with no visible branding, and said to the salesperson, “See. He does not need to shout. Why would she.” After that she delivered the line that stuck with me. “You already proved you can afford it. Now I want her to enjoy it.” Moments later she realized I own cashmere and alpaca while my wife owns neither. She turned to me with a look that said only one word, and she said it out loud. “Robert.” No affection. No softness. Just pure judgment aimed directly at my soul. At Louis Vuitton we found the right piece. A soft, understated cashmere sweater with a small tag at the back of the neck. Nothing loud. Nothing trying to show off. Just quiet quality. The salesperson added, “Pieces like this never get counterfeited. There is nothing loud to copy. The value is in how it is made.”

OK, so by introducing yourself you are guaranteed to get to level 2 - it's really that easy and I LOVE learning more about the cool people in this group. Feel free to share where you're from, why you're here, what you do for a living, and what you like about style. Are you a watch guy, suit guy, fragrance guy, or maybe just getting started? Have fun here!

https://youtu.be/nk6j-D94QLQ?si=YB3VC88JEI5vC9I4 This is the mountain I grew up on in tn, even Al Capone him self had to have his car pulled from the ditch. As a kid with my father after we bought a pickup we were almost killed going down the front side by a semi whom lost his breaks and went between us and the guard rail. Forward to 2010 and I started driving otr for tmc and I was hauling coils back from Alabama to Ohio. I came up over the top and started down the front side, at this time I had my great uncles CB in the rig and it was turned off. Well started down the front side and at the same place I was almost killed as a kid the exact same thing happened. This is where it turns wierd. My great uncles cb turned on by itself and it was heard another driver screaming at me and no seiner I jerked hard to the left the other semi went between me and the guard rail. Now go back to when I was 13 and my great aunt handed me my uncles cb and her words were I think he’d have wanted u to have this. My great uncle used to drive rig here in Ohio and passed of a heart attack well before I was born. This is one reason that I have faith and I don’t share this much cause there’s things in play in this world that are much bigger than me but my life was spared 2 times. Someone is looking over me