It finally feels like fall is starting to arrive here on Long Island. The temperature has dropped enough that yesterday I started rotating the closet. The sweaters are back. The lighter layers are moving forward. And before long, it will be time to start changing the hats as well. While I'm not a fan of the cold, I do enjoy breaking out the cooler weather clothing. There is something fun about seeing clothes again that have been tucked away for months. In a strange way, it almost feels like getting a new wardrobe without actually buying anything. Today felt like the perfect day to start easing into it. Grey trousers, a white shirt, navy sweater, suede loafers, and a lightweight quilted vest when I need another layer. Comfortable, practical, and very much in that transition between seasons. One of the things I enjoy most about having a seasonal wardrobe is that it keeps things fresh. You get to enjoy summer clothing while it lasts, then just as you are ready for a change, the heavier fabrics, sweaters, jackets, and different colors start coming back into rotation. It is another reminder that enjoying what you already own can be every bit as satisfying as chasing something new. For now, I’m happy to see some old friends returning to the closet. 😎 Hope everyone has a wonderful Tuesday!!

Today I had another job interview whilst at Sea between Hiroshima and Busan, this one as a Senior Scheduler with the Australian Submarine Agency. I missed out on the last role as they were looking for a Master Scheduler with experience to come in and set it all up. I don’t have the Master experience but I am a senior scheduler. Today’s outfit consists of : M.J. Bale Sinatra Chore Suit in Empire Green crafted from 100% Egyptian cotton, OTAA Bellamy Cornflour Heather Twill Shirt, Anson Ox Blood Strap On a traditional gunmetal buckle, Footsie geometric colour pattern socks, Ivassi 1973 Cap toe Oxford SOTD - Tom Ford Noir Extreme, followed later by a squirt of TF Rose Cafe to test. WOTD - Kyoto Kuoe Old Smith 90-007 With exclusive Brown/Bronze Sunburst dial

I was pretty locked up, so I definitely needed this. We have a massage scheduled for next week as well. Blue Brooks Brothers linen shirt with diamond pattern Sand Tommy Hilfiger linen-blend trousers and tan Anson belt with silver buckle Snuff Peal & Co. suede derbies with brouging and khaki Boardroom socks with orange and blue diamonds Navy linen flat cap Seiko quartz chronograph with blue dial accents

I forgot to post this yesterday, so it's a day late... Yesterday, my wife and I enjoyed a morning and afternoon of brunch, drinks, and errands around town. Weekends at home in the fall are entirely dependent upon the football schedule, as either I or both of us are in Tuscaloosa whenever Alabama has a home game. Today, I went with my khaki suit - a wool-linen-silk blend with a bit of a Shantung texture to the fabric. It's become a go-to for me - both the suit and the fabric in general - as I have pieces made from four different colors of this fabric. The best part is that they all can pretty easily work together as separates pieces when needed, giving me great traveling options as well as day-to-day options.

Our day in Hiroshima began under a heavy, overcast sky. The gray clouds seemed to settle over the city, lending a solemn, hushed weight to the atmosphere as we made our way toward the Peace Memorial Park. It felt almost fitting as a muted backdrop for a place that holds so much heavy, complex history. Walking through the park, the sheer scale of the space commands a kind of reverent silence. We spent a long time at the Children’s Peace Monument. Seeing the thousands of colorful paper cranes offered by people from all over the world was deeply moving. A vibrant, fragile contrast to the somber nature of the site. It is a profound testament to the resilience of hope in the face of absolute devastation. Nearby, we stood before the Atomic Bomb Dome. Seeing it in person is a different experience entirely. It remains in its skeletal, ruined state, a visceral reminder of that singular moment that changed the course of history. Looking at it, I was struck by a strange, conflicting sense of awe and quiet reflection. The structure stands as a stark, physical anchor for the past, the forces you to engage with the reality of what occurred here. As the day progressed, the clouds finally broke. By the afternoon, the sun had fully emerged, casting a warm, bright light over the park and the surrounding city. It was a beautiful, peaceful day, which made the contrast even more striking. It’s sobering to think about how, if not for these specific, preserved monuments, the landscape would look like any other modern, bustling city. The streets, the trees, and the buildings have all been rebuilt, masking the scars beneath. Without the park and the museum, you might walk through these streets and never know the weight of the history buried beneath the pavement. Visiting Hiroshima doesn't just teach you about the past; it reminds you how easily we move forward, and why, sometimes, we must intentionally stop to remember.