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  A  sartorial miss today, I fear, because there were too many colors or patterns happening on reflection.  Tan corduroys, a plan crewneck sweater, and/or a plainer necktie could have calmed down the melange of colors.  Or a plainer shirt and jacket.   Sad proof that it's easy to overdo it even with items that are nice by themselves.  Should've followed Coco Chanel's  advice and removed one item (or better, two) before heading out the door to the car.   Well, tomorrow is a new day as one of my son's pre-school teachers used to say.  Onward and upward. -- Heinz-Ulrich

  M ore snow in the night (Thursday), so another snow day Friday and extended weekend for the Young Master. A slippery early morning trip to take one of the cars to the garage for a scheduled oil change and other work, along with local skiing with the Grand Duchess in the afternoon before picking up the car at 5:30pm. The management of the nearby park and lake we like (Lake Lansing) was thinking ahead, so we were able to enjoy a few km of freshly groomed trails during the first half  of our tour.  We then ventured into the one-hour loop through the woods for some more challenging skiing along the north side trails.  Lots of quick climbs and short, sharp descents.   The Grand Duchess, who learned downhill skiing outside of Tahoe and Reno, Nevada as a girl, has always handled these quite well.  Not always so for yours truly, but it is becoming easier given all of the time  time I've spent on the snow so far this season.  27 ski tours since earl...

  The start-finish area about 7:45 Saturday morning.  Looks cold, and it was.  Brrrr. T he recent skiing weekend at Forbush Corner Nordic Ski Center just north of Grayling, Michigan was amazing (they just get better and better with each visit).  Besides my own activities Friday, Saturday, and half the day Sunday, I assisted with the 5k race Saturday morning.  There was also a much faster 15k race for, well, the racers out there!  Before you ask, the temperature was -14 degrees Fahrenheit (about -25.5 C. to the rest of the world) at 7:30am when I arrived with squeaky snow everywhere.  It warmed up but not by much, hovering at about 0 F. (-17.7 C.) for much of the beautifully sunny day.  When you move around as much as one does in cross-country skiing, you stay surprisingly warm, hence several thin layers of clothing rather than heavy, bulky items that restrict your motion. Of course, modern synthetics that wick moisture away from the skin really he...

  O r, Bingo Little gets lost in a drift?   Snowing again in our neck of the woods, but instead of ski gear, it was time to don something a bit more professional for classes this morning.  More of the usual suspects with the addition of a recent Christmas gift beneath the tweed jacket.  For traversing to and from the car and classroom building where I am scheduled this semester, additional items included a well-worn Borsalino fedora, a camel polo coat with blue and white schoolboy muffler, gloves, and orange overshoes by SWIMS. Perhaps a bit whimsical and even silly by the sartorial standards of 2026, yes.  But why not have a little fun with one's attire?  It certainly adds a spring to one's step when forced to leave the ski trails of Northern Michigan behind for another couple of weeks and return to real life during the Sunday afternoon drive south.  -- Heinz-Ulrich

  T he wonderful and amazing Grand Duchess back in the car after an approximately 90-minute ski tour through the Michigan woods near our house.  Her warm-up attire here includes a vintage men's sweater by Dale of Norway complimented by a wool ski cap she purchased during a conference trip to Estonia in 2024.  We had a blast during our jaunt through the woods, during which we encountered no one else. Presumably because the temperature hovered just above 0 degrees Fahrenheit (about -17 C.) all day. Funny how physical exercise will keep even the face and nose warm though. Not to mention the hands and feet. -- Heinz-Ulrich

    A   shot of yours truly taken by the Grand Duchess after lunch in the yurt at Forbush Corner Nordic Center on Sunday as we headed back out toward some more challenging intermediate and advanced terrain a few kilometers further along the trail. Conditions were about as close to perfect as one can get.  Cold, plenty of snow with more falling throughout the weekend, and many winter smiles as one of my coaches up there refers to happy skiers.   And there were record numbers this weekend!  250+ adults on Saturday alone. Lots of families or parents, grandparents, children of various ages, and even babies being towed in Burley ski trailers (usually by the fathers) out on the trails and in the yurt for breaks on Saturday and Sunday, which suggests at least to me that cross-country/Nordic skiing is far from dying like some doomsayers moan.  It's doing quite well in Michigan at least.  Admittedly, our own trail adventures were not quite  The H...

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  A s the 2025-2026 Christmas and holiday season wind down, it's important to remember the power of thank-you.  Especially in an era when common decency and politesse seem to be in such short supply, at least on the public stage.  Thus, let's remember to take a few moments to write thank-you cards to those who remembered us with a gift, a party invitation, or some other form of kindness during recent weeks.  So, sit yourself down, and take a few minutes to jot down a small note of gratitude to friends, family, and acquaintances who thought of you in some way.  Unusual?  Yes.  Memorable?  Yes.  And the right thing to do even if almost no one else thinks to do it in 2026?  An emphatic yes. As always, let's do our best to be gracious, present ourselves well, and set a quiet example for others in our daily conduct and words.   Happy New Year everyone! -- Heinz-Ulrich

  N o dinner jackets or cocktail dresses and pearls this year.  But the Grand Duchess and I took advantage of Michigan's wonderful winter weather mid-afternoon for a 90-minute ski tour around the trails of a local park just 10 minutes from the house.  Not quite snow on the ground enough for them to groom just yet (although the parks and rec guys did groom during the first half of December), but we nevertheless enjoyed some nice glide and the wooded landscape.  And we had the trails all to ourselves.  There were a couple of other skiers out there judging by their ski tracks, but we never saw them.   In mid-January the three of us will journey a little more than two hours up ol' Highway 127 and a dog leg further up Interstate 75 for a weekend ski getaway at Forbush Corner   Nordic Center, Lower Michigan's premiere spot for groomed cross-country skiing.  It's actually a nationally recognized place for the sport, but you'd never know it's there u...

  B oxing Day afternoon, the vivacious Grand Duchess baked our 2025 stollen from scratch, and it is about  one quarter gone already!  It's something I wait for all year.  Sonja uses one of her German cookbooks to prepare an authentic Dresdner Stollen each December, sometimes a bit ahead of Christmas, some years during Christmas Week depending on how busy life is. It is yeasty, slightly sweet, and indescribably delicious with fresh strong black coffee at any point in the day, breakfast included. -- Heinz-Ulrich

  N ot yours truly this time, but another vintage image fron my collection of Santa Claus, Father Christmas, and Saint Nicholas images long past.  In keeping with spirit of the season, which, despite what retailers, news media, and radio stations might have us believe, is still in full swing. Or at least it is here in the Grand Duchy.   And as I enjoy a mug of strong black coffee with a large piece of cherry pie for lunch and listen to some traditional German-language carols, I ponder Christmases long past on this icy, dark Boxing Day.  My mind turns back to December 1988 when I spent the Christmas and New Year's period with my mother and step-father in Southampton, England.   It was a day not unlike today when my TWA flight touched down about 7am at London-Heathrow on Boxing Day.  Dark, chilly, and frosty.  I had spent most of Christmas proper in transit from Philadelphia with a lengthy layover at JFK in New York on my way across the Atlanti...

  A couple of photographs from Christmas Morning: Yours truly enjoying coffee with the Drand Duchess at the dining table before things got going with the Young Master, stockings, and gifts.  The lower photograph shows our sprig of Mistletoe brought back to me from Seattle by the Grand Duchess and atop one of her gifts to me.  I haven't had mistletoe in the house since I was a small child, so this was a special surprise.  And yes, we've made use of the mistletoe several times.  She is the greatest gift I think I've ever had.  At Christmas or any other time. Merry Christmas Night Everyone! -- Heinz-Ulrich

  I n the Grand Duchy, we typically have enjoy our big holiday dinner on Christmas Eve.  This year, the goose, mashed potatoes, and stuffing, in particular, were done to perfection.  Lots of other goodies vied for our epicurean attention too, including various side dishes, pickles, sauces, and relishes.  Best of all, not only did the very slim and besuited Young Master enjoy a helping of everything, but he returned for a second large helping of buttery mashed potatoes followed by a big piece of cherry pie for dessert.   Taking a much need breather now after clearing the table and helping the Grand Duchess load the dishwasher.  Wife and son are rewathing A Christmas Carol (the 1984 Geoge C. Scott version) in the TV room. The Grand Duchess and I will reconvene later this evening once the Young Master has retired for the night.   As for yours truly, I'm still in a food coma of sorts, sipping another mug of coffee and having some quiet time with ...

  W armest compliments of the season to all visitors to Classic Style.  Here's to greater kindness, empathy, and charity during and beyond the Christmas period.  Dare I say we could all of us do a little better as my great grandmother, I was told as a child, used to say. -- Heinz-Ulrich

  J ust Bad Dad and the multilingual Young Master goofing around during breakfast today, the fourth Sunday in Advent.  The Grand Duchess will be home tomorrow evening to help us rein in our pre-Christmas zaniness.  But it wouldn't be the silly season in the Grand Duchy without Santa Claus hats and the Solstice Pineapple. -- Heinz-Ulrich

W hile I cannot vouch for his sartorial choices this Sunday morning (and I was still in my pajamas don't forget), the Young Master and I finished the family tree after his breakfast and another mug of coffee for yours truly.  He added crystal icicles, silver, and red glass balls to tie the whole tree together, which the Grand Duchess started very late last night.  The decorations on this table tree are from her own childhood and our son's along with a few additional family pieces.   As Paul and I enjoyed chatting about this and that, I handed him hooks and baubles to hang as he stood on either the love seat, or a step-stool.  Meanwhile, the Grand Duchess packed for her departure from Detroit later today.   Just the boys now for a week until her return.  We've got a date to watch Christmas Vacation (1989) and A Christmas Story (1983) together in the evenings this week.  Neither movie resonates particularly with Sonja.   It must be ...

  Y esterday, Saturday, was a bustling day here in the Grand Duchy.  In and around picking up the Christmas trees after breakfast and decorating them that evening, there is also a virtual stack of final student projects and independent capstone reflections to wade through.   Still quite a way to go with all of that before I can tally and submit final course grades along with the usual panicked emails AFTER the fact. Typically, these attemot to jockey for a grade change and offer 1001 reasons to explain why students oughtn't, didn't, couldn't, wouldn't, or shouldn't have to.  Sigh.  I really wonder what message so many parents have sent to their children during the last 30+ years or so.  But onto more pleasant things. Since the Grand Duchess leaves midday today for a few days with aging parents and sister in the Seattle area, we lit our third Advent candle during dinner yesterday evening.  The Young Master was again otherwise engaged (he's 16 now),...

  E njoyed (yes, really) my program's final meeting of the semester earlier today.  Coffee and pastries were part of the equation, both of which make any work function easier to sit through.  That said, there was some sharing of personal plans and laughter around the table during the first 35 minutes, so it was actually pleasant as far as these things go.  As usual, I was terribly overdressed, but it was an occasional after all.  Hey, anytime there is coffee, it's an occasion in my book. Final course grades are due next Tuesday afternoon. Although grades have yet to be entered into the learning management system for Collaborative Project #3 and the Independent Course Capstone Project (the latter due by 11:59pm tonight), the whiny, entitled emails have already been coming in for a few days as students try to relitigate previous grades from weeks ago.  I guess grades, in their minds, are like a plate of overcooked pasta at The Olive Garden.  If you don't...

  C ontinued snow and cold here in the Grand Duchy as I wade through final student team projects and related semester independent capstone reflections plus a few last minute grade-grubbing situations that require much more time and mental effort than they are worth.   If students simply kept up with course requirements/expectations, there would be no problem at the very end of the semester during which they try to backtrack with all manner of claims and excuses.  The part of my job I like the least. In more interesting sartorial matters, here's the attire for yesterday.  The red corduroy jeans were a winter clearance item three of even four years ago from Land's End, and less than US$20.  I really like 'em and enjoy unpacking them each fall after five or six months of storage in one of the off-season plastic tubs beneath our bed.  Fun old friends by this point, and they're in regular at home attire rotation between mid-October and late April each year....

  C old and snowy outside, and after yesterday's ski tour it's back to the salt mines this morning starting to review and determine grades for the third student learning team projects. Clearing the path, you understand, ahead of 100+ independent capstone reflections at the end of the week. But before settling down to some genuine work, how about a dash of avoidance?  Hence the quick photos of today's at-home attire.  One needn't resemble a basket of soiled laundry you know.  Even at a busy time of year. -- Heinz-Ulrich