How you DON'T Want to Come Across. . .

The late comedian Jerry Lewis. While I certainly enjoyed his antics as a 7- or 8-year-old in Saturday afternoon TV movie matinees (Remember the old UHF channels in pre-cable days?), as an adult I've never quite seen the genius in Mr.Lewis that the French have always claimed. Come to think of it, Mr. Bean doesn't quite do it either. Shouldn't we demand more from our humor than simple sight gags and silly noises?

In whatever walk of life we might find ourselves, as men working to improve our personal style and presentation, we most certainly DO NOT want to come across as willfully ignorant, shortsighted, uninformed, inconsistent, incompetent, and inept with our heads in the proverbial sand. Or, perhaps, somewhere else even closer to home if you get my drift.

Likewise, neither do we want to keep insisting a situation is one way when every piece of information out there, 'the facts' if I might be so bold, tell us something else. Especially in a time of crisis. We cannot wish away the problems confronting us or, if you'll pardon the expression, pray away the gay as certain groups fondly maintain.

Meanwhile in the real world, it is simply astounding -- not to mention appalling -- how widely this approach extends across public and private life. We can observe it from our elected political leaders at the top right on down the line to the average person in the street. It defies all sense of logic. Oh, wait. Hold it. Hang on a second. I've got it all wrong. My mistake. There now. I've got my head on straight again. Logic is not part of the equation.

-- 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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