Tweed Suit Monday. . .

Doubtless, I resembled an extra lurking in the background of a Jeeves and Wooster episode, but it was cold and intermittently snowy here in Mid-Michigan today. Perfect weather for this heavy tweed suit by Chipp along with various other equally warm items.

I've had the suit in the cold weather rotation for about seven or eight years, and it's definitely a winter item given its weight. No transitional shoulder season about it. Were the temperature above 40 degrees Fahrenheit, I'd swelter. But cold and snowy with a stiff breeze and slightly cool inside? This is your suit.

My shoes were protected from the icy slop by bright orange SWIMS overshoes, which garnered a compliment from a retired M.D. who crossed my path in a branch of The Caffeinated Mermaid where I sometimes kill an hour very early in the morning. You know. Before most of the world is up and moving.

I do this since none of the campus cafes are open before 8am, and it's a pleasant way to wade through and triage university email before finishing the remainder of the quick drive, finding a parking spot, and starting the day in earnest.

In any case, the doctor and I had a brief but interesting exchange about global cinema when he asked what I teach. During the conversation that followed, he also inquired if I included any Indian films in the courses I teach. "But of course," I replied, which seemed to make his early morning before he paid the barista and took his leave.

It's a good feeling when you can bring a smile to a stranger's face simply by virtue of a few kind words. Imagine that.

-- 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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