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Early February Humpday Style. . .


Ok, a little matchy-matchy perhaps, but overall not an unpleasant combination of a few more of the usual suspects.  A gray plaid wool scarf, charcoal overcoat, and gray fedora -- The real thing.  NOT a trilby, which is often called a fedora by people who know no better. -- topped off the ensemble.  Must've done OK though because not one but TWO students paid their compliments as I entered the library this morning and made my way to the cafe.  It has once again become my main space to wade through email, work, think, plan, meet with colleagues, and occasionally watch the world go by between tasks.

-- Heinz-Ulrich
 

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