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Well, Sir. . .  Classes kick-off in a little over two weeks, and I had to rush into a meeting on campus this morning since our internet has been highly unreliable here at home following our return from the week-long holiday "Up North."  

You might think that living only ten minutes from the capital of Michigan, Lansing, that something as banal as reliable internet -- we've been doing this on a large scale almost 30 years remember -- would no longer be an issue here in the U.S.  But it is.  Grrrrrrr.  It's not like we are in the wide open spaces of, say, Montana, Wyoming, or the Dakotas.

That vexing issue aside, it was very easy to grab the items shown from my closet in a hurry and toss them on to look like a semi-educated professional with something worth saying and listening to.  Maybe.  

Once again, a version my go to uniform that always works without fail regardless of place, time, or occasion.  

The star of today's show is, of course, the new silk knit necktie from J. Press., purchased at their Dupont Circle location when I visited my sister in Washington, D.C. near the end of June.  It knotted perfectly the first time.  Always a plus in my book.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

 

P.S.

As a pleasant aside, I was complimented on the tie above by a student worker at the cafe in the library where I stopped to pick up a cup of black coffee on the way to my meeting.  Never necessary, but always nice to hear.  Likewise, a retired gentleman called out and gave me the thumbs up as I walked from my car to into the supermarket on the way home to pick up a gallon of milk for the Grand Duchess.  

Besides adding a spring to our own step, dressing (more) presentably seems to bring out the best in others.  It might, just might be one of the keys to solving some of our current problems.







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  1. CharlottesvilleAugust 16, 2022 at 9:51 AM

    Nice outfit, Heinz-Ulrich. A navy blazer always looks sharp. My wife and I were both recipients of several unsolicited compliments a few days ago when we were out clad in a seersucker dress and a navy suit, respectively. As you say, dressing well gives a lift not only to the wearer, but occasionally to others as well.

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