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In the middle of a mini-blizzard yesterday I saw something that never fails to weird me out. It was snowing, it was blowing, it was cold enough so that I was hunched down into my goose down parka and stupid looking Polartec hat. Through squinted eyes and the attacking snow I saw coming toward me a man in a blue suit, white shirt and tie, carrying a briefcase. That's all-- no coat, no hat, no boots, nothing winter. It looked like he had just stepped out of the office, but his bright red cheeks and tousled hair said he'd been out a while. Several times each winter I see one of these apparitions and it goes about twelve inches beyond peculiar. A few weeks ago on a *very* cold day, I saw a guy walk by in shorts and sandals. The cheerful smile on his face said he was quite comfy, thanks. Whenever I see one of these people dressed entirely wrong for a season, something in me presses the PAUSE button. I think-- am I wrong, or is it very cold and that person is a nutball? Or conversely, at the height of summer when you see someone on the hottest day imaginable wearing a heavy coat and hat. Some of these wrong dressers are crackpots, yes sure, but I think most are not. They happen to live on an entirely different body-planet than we do. They've just come visiting for the day.

Check out this link just in from O.N. :
http://www.moderna.org/lookatme/