Will and I have a collection of vintage buttons between the two of us. Come on, who didn’t rock a stone-washed denim jacket adorned with a myriad of neon pins with sayings on them like, ‘grody to the max’? One of the best old school buttons we still have is a large circular photograph button of little six-year-old Will, blond hair blowing in the wind, wearing a bright blue soccer uniform and holding a ball. My all-time, most treasured button is my Nana’s antique Kennedy for President which I keep in my type drawer. The die-hard-Dem roots run deep.

And then there are these three that just about say it all.