Heavy Tweed Jacket is alive and kicking and that's nice. My free time has been nil and I'm beyond dilatory in reading the blogs I love. But I had a moment to snoop around the digital world and am pleased that our Anglo in the East still has his blog up. HTJ is one of the true Mother Churches of what I call True Trad Reportage.
True Trad Reportage? Yep. It's just the facts. Unencumbered by the angst and poorly-overwrought subplots that you have to stomach if you read my stuff. HTJ is the real Trad Ivy deal and he must have a hundred vintage J. Press and Brooks Brothers catalogues...the good ones. Not the three per week that we all get in the mail from The Brethren these days. I'm glad I stopped by over there and I hope that you'll do the same. Go tell him, as we say down South..."hey".
Onward. Is it linen time yet?
ADG the Only-est-ish-esque.