Widespread Panic

The radio DJ was in a tizzy on Friday when the weather report predicted that Sunday morning's low temperature would be 60 degrees. "I can't find my coat. Where did I leave my coat from last winter? I think I loaned it to someone who hasn't returned it." The wind has been strong from the north for the past three days and it's changed everything. The beach on Friday was occupied by mostly old folks bundled up and just feeding the sea gulls. There were a few very pale people sunning themselves. You just knew they were from some place up north. They needed sun and the 60's weren't that cold anyway. Sweats were the dominant attire on the walk along Smathers Beach. I thought it was an over reaction but it was probably a chance to wear something seldom used. On a tip I decided to sort my t-shirts into cold weather (heavy) and warm weather (light) piles. Thank goodness the weather and the corresponding adjustment in what to wear did not prevent me from determining whether an individual woman was callipygian or not. Years of experience and a particularly discerning eye.