Tuesday Bow Tie Style. . .

Having a bit of fun, as usual, with the attire for today, which includes a vintage bow tie from Polo. Although I don't think George F. Will has anything to fear!

Believe it or not, I managed to nail the tie on the first attempt. Without the benefit of standing before the mirror I might add. We're getting there.

Now the socks (Ben Silver) are a bit, shall we say, eye-catching, but it's not like I'm wearing them with plus fours. They are only visible when I sit down after all. I can report, however, that a female colleague paid them a very nice compliment.

As I say occasionally here, they are never necessary, or even the purpose behind why we dress with presentable intention, but compliments are nice to hear if and when others offer them. One of those many small social graces that were, in many instances, lost in the bustle of late 20th century life. But reintroducing them to general public discourse might nevertheless help the world become a more civil, pleasant place in which to live -- as opposed to simply exist -- during the third decade 21st century.

In other sartorial news, much cooler temperatures are in store for Mid-Michigan by the weekend, so hopefully it will be time, and comfortable enough, for tweeds and corduroys at last. Hey, a guy can dream.

-- 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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