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Sunday Casual Attire. . .

From the Land's End website, a men's short-sleeved Madras sport shirt.  I discovered these almost 20 years ago when I finally cut my hair and joined the adult world. 

We are in the midst of the long Memorial Day holiday weekend here in the United States, traditionally seen as the start of the summer season although we actually have about a month to go until the summer solstice.  

In any case, it's a quiet, pleasantly cool late Sunday morning at the von Boffke residence, and here is my suggestion for decent looking, yet totally comfortable summertime attire.  Today, I'm wearing a short-sleeved Madras shirt on top much like the one shown above, faded well-worn chino shorts on the bottom, and a pair of extremely well-worn leather boat shoes on the feet.  No socks obviously.  Perfect for lounging around the house, backyard, or even a quick run to the supermarket before a later afternoon barbecue.  You know.  For the hamburger or hotdog buns and a large bag of ice.

My father and maternal grandfather had a few such Madras shirts in their wardrobes and wore them during the summers.  The self same item has also been a permanent feature of my own summer attire since the mid-90s when I finally concluded, after a year at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, that my continued adherence to stereotypical rocker attire was not in line with my intended life trajectory.  But that's a subject for another time.  

Since those heady days, I've found that it's hard to go wrong with a Madras shirt during the warmer months.  It is a versatile item and looks good with khaki camp shorts, creased chinos, and even jeans.  Ahhh. . .   Time for another cup of coffee I think.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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