Wednesday (Monday-like): Cloudy, Humid

Black Timberland PRO boots, black Carhartt jeans, navy & black check on light blue background shirt (identified differently all along), white T, gray "Cowboy Up" briefs, usual Dickies steel toe socks.

Three policemen: one in a car I talked to, a motorcycle cop with well-fitting breeches who smiled at me, and another motorcycle cop with ill-fitting breeches who did the cop-scowl thing when I passed. Odd that I actually looked above the boots. And, why didn't this happen to me when I was younger?

And, I need to break with the normal tone of this blog, by writing: LHL: In paradisum deducant angeli. I think this link from the New Yorker about someone who I've heard live (and, sadly, will not any more) will work.