This afternoon it was cooler than it has been in the past, but it was still easily seventy degrees (Fahrenheit). I was at Stasiek’s shop, having an afternoon beer while sitting on a bench with Stasiek in front of his store.

Along came two gentlemen, with the younger heading inside to get beer for them both. I glanced at the older man, but didn’t really look at him. He struck up a conversation with me by saying, “Whew, it’s sure stuffy today.” Still not looking at him, I thought for a moment about disagreeing, for I thought it was rather pleasantly cool.

He continued, “We’ve been cleaning the cemetery, and whew, is it hot.”

Finally, I looked at him and the mystery was solved: mid-May, and he was wearing heavy pants, a thick flannel shirt, a woolen sweater, and toboggan.

I just said, “Yeah, I guess it is.”