...so earlier this week I was in Santa Fe, and as usual I made an homage to the Lucchese Boots. I believe Lucchese are the best boots in the world, and over the years I've spent a good bit of money with them. I go to the store, talk to the boot-fitters who ask how this or that boot is working, and if I'm having an exceptional year, buy another pair.
This year I wasn't buying. On the way out of the store I saw an exceptional bolo tie with carved skulls...good taste is indeed timeless! I asked the clerk whether the carving was bone, synthetic or ivory. She lit up on me..."it's not ivory!" she snapped. "We woudn't have anything made of elephant ivory in the store."
Why, I asked mildly? Any commercial ivory would be legal.
"It diesn't matter to the elephant whether it's legal or not," she snapped again.
Okay, here's the punch line...I'd been looking at a belt in the back of the store. It was a great belt...elephant, of course, to match Lucchese's elephant skin boots...but I'm never going to be plopping down $320 for a belt, sans buckle. hey, it wasn't even a gun belt! Another guy was trying on a pair of crocodile leather boots, and as near as I can tell the crocodile was dead. Dead, I tell you! Ostrich leather? Dead ostrich. Lizard leather? Dead lizard. Bison leather? Dead tatonka. Hey, even just plain ole boots (like mine)? Dead cow.
How does one process that level of hypocrisy? Smugly lecturing me about ivory while selling a huge selection of dead animal skins?
No, I didn't go all Michael Bane on the clerk...I was with my Sweetie and it was her birthday. C'mon...but I will let Lucchese know.