ADRIAN...

When I was walking my dog this morning it was cold and wet. The temperature was 45 degrees and we had this strong wind blowing. So with the wind chill factor, it must have felt like 35 degrees. It was even cold according to my cold test. So here I am bundled up with my sweat shirt, jacket, and heavy fleece sweat pants. I even had on my Rocky Balboa hat. I could have blended in with the Philly crowd this morning.

So we are walking and I see something all the way down the other end of the street. It was a man just casually walking toward us. He must have been 400 feet away. And I thought to myself, "Self... why do his arms look funny?" Then it hit me. He's wearing a short sleeve shirt. Good god, is he crazy? I could expect that from some sixteen year old kid that just doesn't know any better. But this guy was in his sixties. He was wearing a pair of jeans and just a cotton short sleeve shirt.

I'd done seen it all... Then my mind started racing. Maybe he is just old and lonely. This time of year wrecks havoc on a person's soul. Maybe he is trying to catch hypothermia and freeze to death. Then the realist slapped the romantic side of me and said, "Or maybe he's from Philly and we don't really know what cold is."