A DB Suit and Granddaddy's Cufflinks. . .

Here's a so-so shot of today's attire and accessories combination. Just out of sight is the dismounted hunter in a red coat and black riding helmet, holding the reins of his rearing mount.

The final day of classes for yours truly today, so why not glam it up a bit with a wool flannel double-breasted suit, a shirt with French cuffs, and a pair of my late maternal grandfather's cufflinks? I added an Italian silk necktie, a pair of oxblood captoe oxfords, navy Merino wool socks, a white linen pocket handkerchief, and a pair of navy silk braces with red and silver paisleys hidden beneath the coat. One of my students complimented me with, "You always look so dapper!"

However, it was the numerous handshakes at the end of classes today and accompanying thank-yous from my students for the semester just concluded, plus an anonymous little bag of pre-Christmas candy treats with a candy cane, carefully wrapped with a bow and left quietly on my briefcase for the semester just ended that made me feel like a giant today. I count myself very lucky indeed for the reminder that I have truly found my vocation. Not everyone can say that. Teaching undergraduates is not without its particular set of challenges, but I wouldn't want to do anything else.

Best of all, we move into our house Monday next!

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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