Ready or Knotty, Here He Comes

My loony neighbor, Emory, has begun the daily wearing of a bow tie. One day it's bright red, the next day bright yellow, the next day poker-dot, then orange and pink stripes, etc.

"You know," he said to me, "people look at a guy funny when he wears a bow tie. It's as if they're thinking, 'What's with this guy?' They're afraid you might say or do something crazy at any moment."

I replied, "Well, I think all crazy people should be required to wear bow ties so that we'll know who they are."