For my first job after college, I had to wear a tie every day. I worked there for 14 months.

I've worn a tie to dozens of Easter Sunday church services, baptisms, weddings, and funerals in my life.

I have been on more job interviews than I care to think about, and have worn a tie to each and every one. You could throw a couple of job fairs in there also.

I can think of two or three formal family portraits I've been in where I had to wear a tie.

I have lived on this planet for 30 years, six months, and some change. I've worn lots of ties. All along, I was under the impression I was tying a half-Windsor knot. I just found out that I'm wrong. I've been using a crooked variation of the four-in-hand knot all along.

I feel embarrassed. Lied to. Mad. My pedestrian fashion awareness is not news, but this is tying a tie. Tying a tie is like a rite of passage, a skill necessary to go from boy to man. And I've been doing it wrong.

Sometimes, I can't believe I'm someone's dad. Thank goodness I haven't had the "how to tie a tie" talk with my boy yet.