Zoom Office Hours Style for January 27th. . .

As above, featuring a J. Press necktie. . .

So below. The vintage L.L. Bean flannels, which I have not worn since last winter, suddenly fit very comfortably, even a bit loose around the waist, with plenty of room across the seat. The ongoing weight loss continues with a pleasing general downward trend since late September last year. 20+ pounds shed at this point. Difficult, but not impossible. With apologies to Adam Ant.

Still having some fun with my attire, Here's my iteration of a suggestion made a day or two ago by Charlottesville. A very pleasing look I must admit.

The waistcoat was a birthday gift from The Grand Duchess last November. Again, something I had coveted for quite a few years. Leave it to my wife, who found one in the perfect size. Intelligent, beautiful, and darned resourceful too. She also makes a mean Thai curry, cycles seriously, AND cross-country skis. How could I not have fallen instantly like a ton of bricks for her?

Parenthetically, it is almost 20 years to the day since we had out first date together on a frigid Saturday outside Minneapolis. We skied in the morning, spent the entire afternoon talking about a million different things over lots of hot tea, and enjoyed dinner together that evening at a Ukrainian deli not far from where I lived at the time before she dropped me off and went home.

What a magical day it was!

--Heinz-Ulrich

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

Avoid Careless Chatter. . .

E specially about the personal details of our lives. There is a lot that OUGHT to be kept more private in 2022 than has become the accepted norm for many. With the conscious and intentional cultivation of classic style in mind, however, we want to avoid oversharing and keep a bit more of ourselves to ourselves. Exactly what personal information and how much of it to keep private seems to be a slippery concept though. Here’s my take based on what I was told and observed as a child and young person at home. Basically, one should keep oneself to oneself in all respects (finances, personal worth, accomplishments, politics, sex, dirty laundry, etc.). As my late father used to advise when we were very small, and I am talking preschool and kindergarten, there were particular subjects that were not discussed outside the immediate family. There is a time and place for sharing certain details of one’s life, but most of the time, those should be played very close to the chest,

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