Over the last couple of days, I have been so cold that I can see my breath when I’m outside. We’ve been having some serious east coast kind of winter temperatures, but without the benefit of fully insulated houses and reasonable heating prices. Grumble, grumble, grumble. Clearly, its put me in a cranky mood.
In any event, the coldness has made me just a little nostalgic for those few days of high sixties/low seventies forecasts and sunny skies. This is a drawing of just one of the many brothers I saw who, on those warm January days, were dressed like it was August. He was standing chatting with friends in from of a house on Bancroft, somewhere between Hegenberger and 98th.