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Mid-January Casual Wednesday Style. . .


Campus was largely deserted during the 3.5 hours or so that I worked in the library this morning, enjoying rapid, reliable internet.  More staff and some faculty around than students, but one or two of the latter here and there.  Pretty sleepy though in view of our current three-week moratorium on face-to-face class meetings.  

Still, there is light to be found in unlikely places, and two delightful compliments came from a pair of young women as I walked across the Red Cedar River to the lot where my car was parked.  Never necessary or anticipated, but nice to hear once in a while.

Besides the attire shown here, I wore my old, heavy dark green duffel coat, an old school scarf wound around my neck, an Optimo 'Dearborn' fedora in very dark brown, and the usual oxford cloth mask (pink today) with another disposable one underneath.

Even in the midst of our ugly, challenging, and downright unsafe times, it seems, there is still kindness to be found.

-- Heinz-Ulrich



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