I'm wearing one of my favorite shirts today. It's one of those Egyptian cotton get-ups (high thread count, and feels like you're wearing the softest set of bed sheets ever made). It has french cuffs.
Not much need for a shirt with french cuffs these days, but it reminds me of a good Ronald Reagan story...
Reagan was a longtime member of the Bel-Air Presbyterian church, and during his retirement years, was a frequent sight at Sunday services.
At some point in his declining years, the Reagan limo appeared at the front doors of the church. Out popped a driver carrying several packages. As the story goes, the driver presented the packages to a church employee. He parted by saying that the former President wanted to make a donation to the churches homeless program.
Inside the packages were dozens of men's dress shirts. Expensive shirts.
All had a monogrammed "R R" on the cuff.
The grateful church worker thanked the driver as he turned to leave, but added, "Please thank the President for his thoughtful gift... but please tell him that not many homeless men have cufflinks."
The story continues...
The next day, at the same time, the same limo pulls-up to the church.
The same driver approaches the same church employee with another package.
Inside THIS package were dozens of -- you got it -- cufflinks.
Hail the chief.