I distinctly recall a moment about a year ago. I was with some friends in Denver’s Cherry Creek neighbourhood, an area known for its upscale shopping, dining and hotels. One of my friends was getting married in a couple of months and stopped by the store where he and his groomsmen were getting their tuxedos.
He was greeted by name and with a cold beer. Handshakes and hugs all around.
When we left, I turned to my friend and asked, “Do you know them?” He said, “Yeah, they’re helping me with my tux.”