Today I drove to the supermarket. When I was deboarding my car I saw a man and he was about sixty years old and he was wearing a black hoodie with the cowl over his head. It was snowing heavily. It was about 25 degrees F. Of course: it’s winter. Apart from the hoodie he was wearing black underpants — really short ones — and his long pale and skinny legs ended up in flip flops. And as he advanced toward the store front through all the oil and gasonline infected snow mud I wished I had my camera with me.  Shame on me. But it left me with the question: What’s wrong with these people? Don’t they own pants?

I don’t get it.