Doubleshot Tuesday. . .

The upper half for today early this morning over coffee and the final 75 pages of The Preacher, by Camilla Lackberg, part of my Scandinavian and Nordic Detective Fiction course this semester.

A chilly, raw day today although much of our snow cover has gone here in the southern part of Lower Michigan. Still cold enough for tweed and sweaters though. The Donegal Tweed jacket shown above is one I found for about US$5 in a thrift/charity shop about three years ago. The label inside is virtually all in Irish Gaelic other than the bit about 100% wool. After the side and back seams were taken in by my old tailor, Mrs. V. back in Central during Fall 2014, it now fits very nicely over a thin sweater like the Land's End number in the photo. The dark green wool tie is another thrifted item by Bachrach, and the pocket square is the wool one purchased on sale at the start of the month from Put This On.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

On the bottom, a pair of navy Land's End dress cords with the, by now, usual L.L. Bean duck shoes and ski socks. I stepped in a deep puddle this morning crossing from the lot where I parked across to campus. Not looking where I was going. Imagine if I had worn one of my leather pairs of shoes and thin Merino wool dress socks? Uh-huh.

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The Pleasaures of a Well-trained Dog. . .

A few final photographs from my visit to my sister in Washington, D.C. last week. These include one of 'Mr. Beau,' my sister's meticulously trained and truly wonderful Doberman, another of my sister, second cousin, step-father, and yours truly on the steps of the church outside Lexington, North Carolina just after our late mother's interment service, two of me solo at the National Cathedral, and a final one of my sister and me hamming it up during a long evening walk the day before I returned to Michigan. My sister routinely walks to the cathedral, about three blocks from her place, to enjoy the grounds and gardens. The Bishop's Garden, in particular, is a place she likes to sit for quiet contemplation and internal dialogues with our late maternal grandparents and mother, very much in keeping with the Episcopal side of things. Our grandfather, who was raised Methodist, became an Episcopalian when he married our grandmother. Before you ask, I am not sure tha

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Almost Mid-June Sunday Style. . .

A fter two months, Blogger has decided to allow me in the door once again, so I can add a long overdue post documenting my take on classic male style. Since we are almost in the throes of summer, let's go with a warm weather theme this morning. Now, the items above will not be to everyone's taste: Deck shoes without socks, shorts, pleats, skinny pale legs, etc. All invite tisk-tisking and debate in certain online fora, but that's ok. I wouldn't wear attire this to campus Monday through Friday, or to church. But for relaxed, comfortable warm weather-wear around the house during the weekends, with maybe a quick trip down the road for a gallon of milk at the super market, this will do nicely, thank you very much. It's certainly preferable to the wrinkled, torn, stained sloppy alternative we see everywhere in 2022. Neither is it at all far removed from how the various men and boys across three generations of my extended family presented themselves during even

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