Weathering a storm is one hell of a feat whether it be a storm of thunder and lightning, water and wind or sand and dust. However there's one storm that every person faces at some point in their lives, and unlike the storms of nature, this storm is invisible to the naked eye that leaves nothing, but destruction in its wake some of it invisible and some of it visible. It's cruelty is unprecedented and its power unnerving, the storm I speak of is the mental storm that runs rampant within our fragile minds, flooding it with depression, loathing, anxiety, stress and guilt. Today marks the 5th year of my war against my mental illness, it's been an interesting year of ups and downs, but no storm lasts forever, and I'm confident that with continued perseverance and tenacity, it'll finally come to an end bringing serenity to my wartorn mind. Thank you to everyone in this group for your support and continued support through these last two years. Your support and comradery are what motivate me to find my footing, carry on my mission to weather the storm and find the serenity that has eluded my mind for 1,826 days. Banjo

I wont be posting outfits for a few days as my legs are bandages ankle to groin. What was supposed to be a 2.5 hour surgery became 4 hours as my right leg was very much damaged a lit more than initially thought. It was good to be told this and have my pain validated. I’m heading home now, focusing on healing and taking things one day at a time. I’ll be back sharing outfits when I can stand, move, and feel a bit more like myself again. I will be logging in though to keep the 🔥

My last uncle, Dr Gary Rahe was the cool one. A well respected , witty, handsome, oncologist, and hematologist he had been the Chief Resident of St Anthony’s hospital in Oklahoma City. Always the straight man his clever comebacks and quiet sharp wit made every family get together full of laughs (especially when he dipped into his temperature controlled extensive wine cellar). He and my other Uncle on that side of the family were the closest thing to a Sinatra, Martin comedy routine in the family. My contemporary cousin was son was too torn up to speak so I was asked to do the honor at his funeral yesterday. I chose to dress a bit less mournfully than simply black because I knew my uncle very well. While riddled with physical issues, he still was the perfect up beat host just as recently as this past Christmas. He would have abhorred a celebration that wasn’t jovial. So here is my OOTD: 1995 navy MTM herringbone suit PoW blue shirt - Charles Trywitt (w Guinness links) Two sides pocket square tattersall/seersucker RL blackwatch bow tie Byford OTC navy socks Black captoe J Fitzpatrick shoes 1940-s Bulova watch My wife made a day of it celebrating the years of excellent food and memories with him. While in OKC we stopped by my now favorite clothier (Steve Giles) with whom I worked together at Harold’s. I had two pair of slacks fitted I had bought earlier by phone and I broke down and bough a 60% off sport coat. (Will post when all are tailored). We also popped no to a great restaurant next door. My Uncle Gary would have liked that use of the day.