As my descent to the sidewalk accelerates, and invoking my new geezer cred, and because the weather has been (by Bay Area standards*) disagreeably humid the past few days, I’ve shown up today at BDS sans necktie, an accessory that I have historically neglected only a couple of times a decade. Over coffee this morning, L raised a quizzical eyebrow. “Casual Friday,” I explained. “Hunh,” she replied. “Back in my dating days, we used to call it no underwear night.”

cordially,

*“Disagreeably humid” here would probably not even register on the sensibilities of most Americans.