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It Was J. Press Monday!!!

 J. Press tweed and pheasant necktie among other items on top.


Suede Allen Edmonds 'Schautal' longwings and Merino wool socks by Dapper Classics on the bottom.

Happy to be alive and back in the classroom after a week at home following a horrific automobile accident last Monday, October 24th.  How my son and I walked away from that one I'll never know.  45mph head-on collision with a gal on her cellphone and also yakking in the mirror to her children in the backseat while making a left-hand turn (into me) across heavy, late afternoon traffic.  Never saw her coming thanks to a line of larger SUVs and minivans on my right.  

As soon as we came to a stop, I was unbuckled and headed into the backseat after The Young Master to get us the hell out of the car due to the gasoline fumes and aroma of burning wiring.  Son shaken but unhurt.  Corolla totaled beyond repair.  Dad in ER for about six hours last Monday evening undergoing battery of tests, catscans, and x-rays before they let me go home.  Not a fun experience.  Banged up and with a purple torso and still somewhat swollen lower left leg, but upright and moving, so I'm not complaining.  And oh yeah.  Happy Halloween! 

 -- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. Old SchoolNovember 1, 2016 at 11:34 PM

    Heinz-Ulrich,
    Glad to hear that you and your son are well and that you are back in the classroom.
    Best wishes.

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  2. Jeremyosgood09November 2, 2016 at 6:38 PM

    Glad to hear you are both ok. I've been a frequent reader for a while now and I always appreciate the effort you put into your posts. Thanks for what you do here and I wish you a speedy recovery.

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  3. WSTKS-FM WorldwideNovember 4, 2016 at 6:02 PM

    Thank you very much for your kind wishes, gentlemen. On the mend. Most of the constant , very dull throb in my leg has gone, but it will take a while for my skin to return to its usual pale pink. As I joked with my mother on the phone a day, or two ago, the trees and I are in full autumn colors. Red, yellow, and orange for the former, and dark purple and gold for yours truly. I am a walking bruise in other words.

    Best Regards,

    Heinz-Ulrich

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