Okay, I’m officially tired of summer. That didn’t take long, did it? Blame a crowded, sweltering train ride into town this morning.

Of course, my sour mood wasn’t helped by the nicely dressed, very young man — did I mention he was very young? — who offered me his seat so I didn’t have to stand in the aisle. He insisted upon me taking his seat, actually, despite my polite refusals. I don’t quite understand his zeal considering that I am not (a) visibly disabled, (b) grotesquely overweight, or (c) all that old. I may have some gray in my beard, but give me a break, kid. Those Foundation for a Better Life PSAs are maybe a little too effective…