M. Evan Wolkenstein

p When I was in high-school, I fancied myself a bit of a hippie. I had long hair and listened to the Beatles and the Grateful Dead. I was opposed to the Gulf War and I wore paint-splattered Levi’s that had once been my father’s work-pants. I read The Autobiography of Malcolm X  and carried a suitcase with my schoolbooks on which I’d written: “The Mighty Quinn.” One wet, winter day, hanging out with some fellow hippie neophytes, I posed a dilemma: what was truer to the hippie

Do you want to be this guy? Go right ahead. I know it’s cold out, so I’m going to be gentle, here. Very gentle, and yet quite firm. I say, gently-but-firmly: no fleece indoors. I know, I know. Fleece is a perfectly rational material to wear in the chilly months: it’s cold outside, it’s drafty in the office, and fleece! Fleece is the miracle cloth that keeps hikers and kayakers and volunteers at the State Park visitor’s center warm. It’s light! It’s durable! So… wear it inside