Saturday Podcast Style. . .

Three hours today (Saturday) down here in Zum Stollenkeller finishing a script, recording, and adding post-production to a podcast that I hope will help support my students' efforts in the two courses I'll teach this fall and later. Very casual, yet a nice, muted mix of colors.

The L.L. Bean polo shirt is just about the same shade as the t-shirts we used to get at my old YMCA summer camp outside Reading Pennsylvania, Camp Conrad Weiser. Still in operation, but co-ed since about 1982 or '83.

I am sure things are very different now from when I was a camper, but lots of wonderful memories of summers there during the latter half of the 70s and into the very early 80s. A much simpler time.

In any case, my son, The Young Master, has a similar green polo shirt in a smaller size, which we ordered for him in the spring. Growth during the colder months meant he needed a few new things to get comfortably through the summer and into the early fall. The green looked so nice on him that I ordered one myself.

Alas, the men's large in this shade of green was out of stock, so my shirt only arrived a couple of days ago. Still, better late than never. We can often get away with summer casual gear at home until well into September, and occasionally the warmer October afternoon during the first half of that month. So, there is still some time to enjoy the new shirt.

Otherwise, I am looking very forward to picking up that new J. Press sports jacket in navy plaid from the tailor's next week as well as getting back into more professional attire Monday through Friday. Casual attire is nice, but the novelty of it wears off by the time we reach the latter half of August each year.

Like many in the online traditional menswear community, my mind turns to tweeds, corduroys, and wool flannel suits as the cooler/cold months approach. Ahhhhh. . .

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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Up North Style. . .

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A nother pretty typical variation on the theme for late spring, summer, and very early fall. I'm a huge fan of Madras and have several such shirts in the seasonal rotation. Lightweight, exceedingly comfortable, and even dressy when pressed and tucked in, which is the usual way of things here at Totleigh in the Wold. Now, if I had my druthers, I'd still rather be skiing the trails in the upper half of "The Mitten" (of Michigan), in the Upper Peninsula, or Ontario. But summers ain't so bad either, and I'd look pretty funny walking around in cross-country ski attire during June. -- Heinz-Ulrich

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