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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Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

Mid-June Thursday Style. . .

A nother pretty typical variation on the theme for late spring, summer, and very early fall. I'm a huge fan of Madras and have several such shirts in the seasonal rotation. Lightweight, exceedingly comfortable, and even dressy when pressed and tucked in, which is the usual way of things here at Totleigh in the Wold. Now, if I had my druthers, I'd still rather be skiing the trails in the upper half of "The Mitten" (of Michigan), in the Upper Peninsula, or Ontario. But summers ain't so bad either, and I'd look pretty funny walking around in cross-country ski attire during June. -- Heinz-Ulrich

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