Wilting, but willing.

Stepping out of Grand Central into the mid-morning heat. The Newsweek readout high above Madison already shows 99 degrees, and I have to walk to Sixth in a wool suit. Yes, it's the annual opportunity for my corporate clients to see me face-to-face, to clamp on the button-down cotton shirt, silk tie, Italian suit, and Oxfords instead of my usual summer business attire of shorts and t-shirt. But why today of all days?

Still, I take consolation that, cleaned up, I'm the hottest pentagenarian in Midtown, and I'm not just talking temperature.