One day I received an unsolicited gift in the mail. It was a copy of the book, Gary Cooper, a Daughter Remembers. I knew very little about Gary Cooper other than than his name being sung by Dr. Fraankenshteeeen in a Mel Brooks movie. A little note read that the sender thought Coop was my kind of guy and that because of this I might enjoy the images. The sender was right.
Cooper was from the rural West, liked to hunt, fish, paint, and ski. Yes Mr. Cox, my kind of guy.
I was once again in Richmond and we had lunch.
I have posted about him before, linked to his sight and such, but this afternoon we stopped by his tailor’s.
Mr. Cox has designed his own line of suits, the “Icon Collection.” It consists of updates on old classics. Stuff for people like Gary Cooper.
The man loves what he does.
Chris is the first blogger I ever called out of the blue to meet in person. I did so because I got the feeling from his sight that he wasn’t faking it, and I had no idea what the world he lives in is like. So I called to ask him if I could have a peek.
Since that day our families have met, he has fed me several times, and I now consider him a friend. His world is not all that different than anyone else’s, but it is definitely much better groomed than mine, and likely yours too. But he would never knock yours. I’ve tried to egg him on. He won’t do it. He really is too nice.
HE has a knack for making other people feel comfortable. That’s a great skill to have. He wants the world to look a little nicer too. I suppose I’m with him on that one. Or at least I would like to look a little better myself.
When leaving his home on one trip my wife looked over at me and said, “Babe, we gotta step up our game when people come by our house. They just showed us how it is done and we got a lot of work to do.”
She was right. We still have a long way to go but at least we know where to look for examples.
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