Enter the 'find'. I was on vacation with my Grandfather during the summer before 9th grade, following the Lewis and Clark trail with other elderly folk guided by an Native American/Irish man and some guy who wrote a book about Sheheke (pronounced Shuh-hake-shote), a Mandan Indian who met Thomas Jefferson. We traveled along the Missouri River up until Montana. Then, randomly, we went to Mt. Rushmore and at the tourist-y gift shop, I stumbled upon this belt buckle that I immediately purchased.

The noses of GW and Abe are wearing off. I guess it just shows that I've been wearing almost everyday since. If you asked me which piece of clothing described me, I would tell you that this belt buckle does.
Belt buckles should be about you, not what you aspire to be. Men will take the belt buckle back, it'll just take time for each one to find a buckle that's them and not someone else.
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