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Early Morning Cafe Style. . .


 

Just off campus at a certain internationally recognized cafe chain frightfully early this Wednesday morning (just after 6am).  Only because the new one -- same internationally recognized chain -- in the main library has yet to open.  

But it was blissfully quiet with some innocuous music overhead and stable internet, so I was able to enjoy a large cup of fresh coffee, wade through the usual mountain of non-specific email clogging my inbox, and accomplish quite a bit of actual work before 8am when I moved onto campus and the library, where it was also wonderfully quiet,did some writing, and had a quick planning session with a colleague via Zoom.

It still amazes me what you can get done before anyone else is out of bed with interruptions of one kind or another.  And I say that as a one-time devoted night owl and late riser the next morning in the days before our son arrived.  

30+ years ago, before getting serious about life and returning to school, the young, long-haired Heinz-Ulrich used to begin my managerial job in the dairy department of a medium-sized supermarket two hour before opening at 8am several days each week.  You can get all kinds of things accomplished in the stockroom, cooler, or out on the sales floor without the necessary evil of customers traipsing through and asking (in a heavy Pennsylvania German accent), "Hey, are youse out of the bags of frozen Okra??!!"  

But I digress.

The attire for today includes a vintage madras jacket from Corbin, a navy grenadine necktie from Chipp, and various other usual suspects.  I am extremely gauche, I know, sporting such a jacket after Labor Day, but the temperatures are still above 80 degrees Fahrenheit today, so why not?  

I know.  I know.  About as much class and sophistication as popping one's chewing gum or grooming in a public space.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. Very nice Madras jacket, H-L. Perfect with the sold shirt and tie. I will not begrudge you the post Labor Day display, in view of the heat and the fact that a well-dressed man is such a rarity these days that I welcome any sightings, whatever the calendar may say.

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  2. Thank you. Charlottesville! It's a very bold jacket, but always fun to trot out (along with the obligatory Panama hat) during the warmer months.

    Kind Regards,

    H-U

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