Houndstooth Humpday. . .

Houndstooth Humpday. Or shoulder season style if you prefer. Channeling Bruce Boyer today in any case.

A decided chill in the air this late September morning as I walked from the front door to the car. Hence the overcoat and wool flannel pants among other items.

The overcoat is vintage Botany 500 thrifted eight or ten years ago when we were still in the wilds of Central Illinois. Other notable items include the Blackwatch stripe necktie from Mountain & Sackett, vintage jacket from Brooks Bros., pants by Sterling-Hunt, purchased NOS a year ago. This is only their second outing since April.

The suede shoes Allen Edmonds have been in the rotation for six or seven years now. The fedora is a Borsalino, and the briefcase a 50th birthday gift from The Grand Duchess several years back.

The shirt is about 18 years old, a Land's End 'Original Oxford,' purchased during my first teaching position after graduate school and starting to fray along the collar and cuff edges, but as soft and comfortable as it gets by this point. Still looks reasonably good too when pressed and worn beneath a jacket.

I fear the shirt might need to be relegated to lawn duty by next summer though. As the late Stevie Ray Vaughn sang, The Sky Is Cryin'.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

Mid-June Thursday Style. . .

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

A Lazy Saturday at the End of June. . .

A sleepy first half of the weekend here at Totleigh. Warmer and quite humid ahead of an approaching cool front here in Mid-Michigan. Perfect for yet another pair of chino shorts an a seersucker shirt -- tucked in of course -- with the usual leather deck shoes and ribbon belt. Otherwise, not much accomplished beyond a page or so of writing and monkeying around with audio settings for an upcoming podcast episode. However, I was not completely useless yesterday! I made a huge fruit salad for dinner, which the Grand Duchess and I enjoyed a short while later at the table on the back porch. The Young Master, as is his wont on Saturday evenings, took his dinner on a tray in the TV room upstairs where he whiled away a couple of hours on Flight Simulator, flying some sort of commercial airliner to some destination across the Atlantic or Pacific. I would have loved that sort of technology at about nine or 10 way back during the late 1970s, aka The Stone Age. As it is, my sister and

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