Bold Tweed Thursday. . .

An atypical shot of the upper half for today.

Delaying the inevitable this morning over coffee and a glazed doughnut. In other words, putting off reading through the last nine student learning team papers, which sit just behind my laptop on the large table I've occupied in a quiet corner of the library here at MSU. So far among the papers I have read and graded this time around, I've seen the pretty good, the irredeemably bad, and the pitifully ugly -- along with a number of excellent papers to be fair about it -- in the bulk of the work that I have read through during the last week and a few days. Cue up the Ennio Morricone music, please.

In any case, the jacket glimpsed above is a 3/2 number from Southwick that I came across in my favorite thrift/charity haunt several years ago in our old stomping grounds of Central Illinois. I've got to be careful to keep everything else very plain whenever I wear it for obvious reasons. The pocket square, not visible here, is plain white. Other items include golden tan corduroy pants and a pair of Merino wool Fair Isle pattern socks (primarily red and blue) with the usual Allen Edmonds long-wing brogues plus a tan braided belt.

Ok, no sense in fooling around any longer. Let's get to it. No time like the present. Uh-huh!

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

Mid-June Thursday Style. . .

A nother pretty typical variation on the theme for late spring, summer, and very early fall. I'm a huge fan of Madras and have several such shirts in the seasonal rotation. Lightweight, exceedingly comfortable, and even dressy when pressed and tucked in, which is the usual way of things here at Totleigh in the Wold. Now, if I had my druthers, I'd still rather be skiing the trails in the upper half of "The Mitten" (of Michigan), in the Upper Peninsula, or Ontario. But summers ain't so bad either, and I'd look pretty funny walking around in cross-country ski attire during June. -- Heinz-Ulrich

A Lazy Saturday at the End of June. . .

A sleepy first half of the weekend here at Totleigh. Warmer and quite humid ahead of an approaching cool front here in Mid-Michigan. Perfect for yet another pair of chino shorts an a seersucker shirt -- tucked in of course -- with the usual leather deck shoes and ribbon belt. Otherwise, not much accomplished beyond a page or so of writing and monkeying around with audio settings for an upcoming podcast episode. However, I was not completely useless yesterday! I made a huge fruit salad for dinner, which the Grand Duchess and I enjoyed a short while later at the table on the back porch. The Young Master, as is his wont on Saturday evenings, took his dinner on a tray in the TV room upstairs where he whiled away a couple of hours on Flight Simulator, flying some sort of commercial airliner to some destination across the Atlantic or Pacific. I would have loved that sort of technology at about nine or 10 way back during the late 1970s, aka The Stone Age. As it is, my sister and

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