It’s hard to tell the difference between women’s pajamas and sweatpants.  That’s not something that bothers me really, but it can be useful information to have when someone is walking toward you in a strange city, waving you down saying and saying “Hey!” from across the street to get your attention.  Had I known they were sweatpants I would have been able to take a level of possible crazy off the table and been less nervous about what was coming my way.  I had just given up on finding my Maui Jim sunglasses which disappeared sometime after 9pm last night, so I was hoping that was not an indicator of how the rest of the day would go.

There was nothing at all to be nervous about when Mrs Young came toward me from across the street.  She was from on vacation with her husband from Detroit…