On a bleak November morning, a young Princetonian was getting
dressed for work. Out of nostalgia, (and not a little pride)
he decided to wear an orange and black tie that day. Around noon, a client was walking through the office.
The man noticed the tie and stopped in his tracks.
"Nice to meet you," he said, offering his hand. "Princeton
class of '83."
"Nice to meet you too! Class of 2010," said the surprised
young grad. "How did you–"
"It wasn't hard. There's only one sort of man who wears a black and orange tie a week after Halloween."