Sam Elliot Believes In Neckerchief Valhalla

Sam Elliot is a lot of things. Gritty. Gravel-voiced. Moustached.

But Sam Elliot is also another thing.  An important thing.  A Neckerchief enthusiast.

And that’s quite alright with me.

 

Ode To The Discarded Neckerchief

Once you were a part of someone

tied tightly, cowboy style, to the neck

of a hipster.  Or cowboy.  In Milwaukee. 

Now. No more.  You are flotsam.  Or jetsam?

No, you are neither.  You were never on the ocean,

gliding through salty waters, an adornment cast away

like a Hartford Whalers Starter jacket. 

-Many thanks to Kerith for the awesome pic! 

Neck’Halla Job News!

BDazzle has been appointed editor of Neckerchief Valhalla. His duties will involve:

• Drinking on the job
• Carousing with the interns
• Locating, traveling to and facilitating the photography of Neckerchiefs in their natural habitat
• Drinking on the job
• Procuring berries, honey, yeast and other ingredients for which the office vikings can make mead
• Drinking mead on the job

In celebration, I have released one Neckerchief into the wild…

Go forth, young stallion! Go forth!

Martin Luther Hated Neckerchiefs

Calvinists probably hated them, too.

It’s time, people. That time? To stop wearing neckerchiefs in an ironic way. We’ll tack our list of complaints to the door of an Urban Outfitters soon. First, Steve Guttenberg must create the printing press so his seed can star in movies with Bubba Smith and Michael Winslow.