Bonded
02. Nov, 2020 
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I was lucky enough to grow up with an older brother who was James Bond obsessed. He watched all of the movies on VHS (rented from Erols), and since I was around with little choice in the matter, I watched them too, and equally became obsessedÂ
Boys of all ages gravitate to James Bond – suave, debonair, cunning, a true man’s man (of the olden times), and a man all boys want to become and all men wish they were
There is no discussion – the best Bond is Sean Connery. He IS 007, and so much more. (however the best Bond movie EVER is On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, which Sean isn’t even in!)
I have always been in love with graphic t-shirts. When I first started working part-time jobs during my young high school days, one item I always was happy to spend my meager earnings on were tees (as well as CDs and Popeyes and cigarettes)
I use to take the Metro to Georgetown in DC and ogle at the shirts on display at Smash Records and Commander Salamander (sadly, no longer with us). One of those very first tees I bought after ogling with my newly found purchasing power was one that looked VERY much like the one you see here – and below the Walther PPK carrying Mr Connery, the words ‘Bond, James Bond’ appeared. So fcuking cool! At least I thought it was
I was happy and proud to display Sean/James’ beautiful mug when I sported this shirt round town. Everyone had to be reminded and remember Connery’s greatness, then and now, and now more than ever
Sadly, white shirts and messy me never seemed to have a lasting relationship. Stains, both on the shirt, and under its pits made it not worth keeping over time. It has since been donated or tossed a decade or so ago Â
The shirt, and Sean, may both be gone, but they will both always be with me. I will never wear them out in my mind and in my heart
Thank you Sean. You were pure class. And your accent was perhaps the best that ever wasÂ
And you were the man, now, then and for always, dog
