DB November Wednesday. . .

Dragging a little this morning due to a slight cold, brought home from school by our son. So, what better way to waste a little time than by sharing today's attire?

With the usual Borsalino fedora, I have a decidedly vintage 1930s-40s appearance today. And that's fine by me. I certainly look no worse than anyone else blotting the landcaspe in 2022.

And you thought Halloween was in the rear view mirror? Ha! As I mentioned in a recent post, everyday is dress-up day in my corner of the world.

Were I ever foolish enough to run for some sort of political office, my image consultants and I would not see eye to eye. The concept of consciously dressing down to resonate with broader swathes of the electorate is anathema to me.

But I digress. The wool flannel suit for today is vintage Polo, worn with various other items including a set of vintage foulard braces, and another Brooks Bros. Makers necktie.

Re: the cold, we've all taken the Covid tests just to be sure, and it's not that. But, boy I did NOT miss picking up random bugs during the two years we were largely sequestered at home during the height of the pandemic.

I've masked up again this week as a courtesy to anyone around me, and think I will continue to do so during cold and flu season to minimize exposure to others' yuck. Feeling tip-top is infinitely preferable to feeling even slightly out of sorts. Know what I mean?

-- 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

A Lazy Saturday at the End of June. . .

A sleepy first half of the weekend here at Totleigh. Warmer and quite humid ahead of an approaching cool front here in Mid-Michigan. Perfect for yet another pair of chino shorts an a seersucker shirt -- tucked in of course -- with the usual leather deck shoes and ribbon belt. Otherwise, not much accomplished beyond a page or so of writing and monkeying around with audio settings for an upcoming podcast episode. However, I was not completely useless yesterday! I made a huge fruit salad for dinner, which the Grand Duchess and I enjoyed a short while later at the table on the back porch. The Young Master, as is his wont on Saturday evenings, took his dinner on a tray in the TV room upstairs where he whiled away a couple of hours on Flight Simulator, flying some sort of commercial airliner to some destination across the Atlantic or Pacific. I would have loved that sort of technology at about nine or 10 way back during the late 1970s, aka The Stone Age. As it is, my sister and

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