I wish I had been clever enough to coin today’s weather word “Aug-tober” to describe how it is feeling like August in October, but that was how our WWJ meteorologist handily defined our first day of this new month. The temps truly belied the calendar date and while I appreciated the warm and sunny day, I’m glad we didn’t climb to near 80. I’m still hating these darkish mornings and when the sun finally came up, I headed out with multiple layers and I shrugged out of my sweater before I was a block away. Two blocks later I shucked my sweatshirt top and looped it around my neck and walked in a tee-shirt only. I passed nearby a schoolyard where kids awaited the morning bell wearing shorts and tee-shirts and one had on flip-flops! I thanked a young man, who was the “safety” for the corner, who permitted me to cross the street. He, like I, had left the house overdressed and I saw a lightweight jacket, a sweatshirt and his backpack laying in a heap at his feet. He was clothed only in a tee-shirt and his bright orange safety harness was sagging, no doubt because he adjusted it for more layers of clothes during the past week or so. It didn’t matter and it didn’t take away from his “safety” credibility, because he was in charge and he was all puffed up with importance as he instructed his classmates (and me) when and where to safely cross the street.