The Sunday Papers. . .

 

I once knew a dean of something or other when I was a graduate student at The University of Wisconsin-Madison, who restored old radios like these and had two or three working models in his office on campus.  He turned them on for me once.  Nothing sounds quite like these old tube (valve) sets with their large, resonant polished wood cabinets.  An iPhone with earbuds ain't the same thing, folks.

This particular illustration turns up here at Classic Style with some regularity, but it conveys perfectly the mood of today's post.  Relaxed.  At ease.  Kind of sleepy.  Definitely not worried about the trials and tribulations of the world for the moment.  My late father used to smoke a pipe during the weekends, and, although I am not a smoker, the aroma of good pipe tobacco is not unpleasant when I detect it on occasion.

Ok, magazines rather than a newspaper here, but the expression on his face is priceless.  And many Sunday papers do have a magazine supplement, so it's not that much of a stretch.

 

There is something very relaxing about quiet classical music playing in the background (at the moment Chopin online from The Australian Broadcasting Corporation) on a Sunday morning while one enjoys another mug of fresh coffee (French press) and perusing the Sunday paper (The New York Times).  I feel almost human again.  

The attire for the day, by the way, is (surprise, surprise) yet another Madras shirt, khaki shorts, and my trusty ol' Sebago topsiders, which after two years of wear and many long walks around the neighborhood during late spring and summer evenings are starting to feel and look about like we want them to.  A little dirty, a little scuffed, with some grass stains around the sides.  But very comfortable.

Wherever in the world you find yourself, I bid you a peaceful and happy Sunday.

-- Heinz-Ulrich