I haven't posted pictures often mainly because I've been on a weight reduction journey the last seven months. Really, I wasn't going to show gym pants and pullovers, right? So, I am just getting into the clothes I kept. For reference I've reduced from 318 lbs. to 242 lbs. since October 2025. Had errands to run today so here is the OOTD. Jacket is P J Paul Jones (Amazon) linen/cotton Shirt is black silk by Pronto-Uomo (Men's Wearhouse) Jeans Levi's 505 Flat cap from Target Ray-Ban aviators Skechers slip-ons Watch Timex-The Waterbury chronograph.

Going casual today, been at it since 7 and this goes for another 8 hours.

I’m grateful to mark 60 today—full of joy, perspective, and a deep appreciation for how the Lord’s grace and mercy have shaped every step. He’s blessed me with salvation, a strong and loving family, good health, and more provision than I deserve—and for that, I’m thankful. I also want to tip my hat to Antonio for building RMRS and the brotherhood that’s come with it—proof that sharp dressing and solid men still go hand in hand. Now, on to the OOTD. Keeping it clean and intentional with a navy crewneck and mid-wash denim—simple, timeless, and reliable… kind of like me on a good day. After a second look, the Seiko is getting relieved of duty—Alpina panda steps in. Even watches deserve a promotion now and then. Finish it off with a few spritzes of Creed’s Green Irish Tweed—because if you’re going to turn 60, you might as well smell like you’ve had it together the whole time. Have a blessed day, brothers.

Men notice details—despite what we’ve been accused of for decades. Case in point: I walked out of a meeting yesterday and got hit with, “Hey Sir, I like your socks—they match your jacket.” That makes two senior leaders, in two weeks, who’ve zeroed in on my socks like it’s part of the command inspection checklist. Apparently, somewhere between strategy briefs and operational updates, we’ve added “coordinated hosiery” to the standard. The takeaway? You can spend years refining leadership, decision-making, and presence—but in the end, it’s the socks that close the deal.