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Fall 2022 Kick-off Style. . .


More of the same attire here, but it's hard to go wrong with blazer, khakis, loafers, knit silk tie, and a blue OCBD-collar shirt.  

My female workshop organizer colleague and, later in the day, a female cashier at the supermarket both offered their approval, respectively, with big smiles and spoken compliments.  Never necessary, never sought, but always nice to hear in any case.  There are still a few people around who know.

On that same note, and contrary to my private expectations, my two male colleagues, who also led the workshop with me yesterday (Friday), both turned up in navy and dark gray sports jackets, respectively, with tucked in shirts and what passed for, on cursory examination, "dress" (casual) shoes with belts and tucked in shirts.  

Dressing presentably for the occasion.  What a concept! 

Now, it would be easy to nitpick about their jacket lengths, lapel widths, and choice of foot attire, but they were trying, which counts for something.  There are, it would seem, a few millennial males out there with some sense of looking professional.  At least when at the front of the room.  

The guys in question are around 20+ years my junior, so you will forgive, I hope, my rather low expectations.  However, I was pleasantly surprised yesterday.  Well done, men! 

Summer is a wrap for this year, and the new semester kicks off Wednesday next week.  While I am teaching hybrid and online courses for the fall, and will not see my students that much in 'physical' spaces, I am looking very forward to getting back into the swing of things Monday through Friday with suits, neckties, sports jackets-odd pants combos, and various pairs of dress shoes.  With decent dress socks, leather belts, and pocket handkerchiefs of course.   

I can't wait!

-- Heinz-Ulrich


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