On Saturday mornings, John and I go to Starbucks and do the Wall Street Journal Saturday Puzzle. Unless it's a cryptic. If it's a cryptic, we do the Wall Street Journal Friday Crossword Puzzle. Cryptic puzzles are fuckers. The boys stay home and play video games.
This Saturday morning, it was 60 degrees out. John was dressed in a t-shirt , shorts and shower sandals. I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, a wool sweater, converse sneakers and socks.
Anyone would wonder if we were going to the same Starbucks.
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