Male Nojacketus sweeping the snow off a car in Virginia Beach. Circa 2016.
by Kerry Dougherty
On Sunday evening we headed over to the Sandler Center to see Ballet Virginia’s production of The Nutcracker. My granddaughter was in the corps of dancing Ginger Snaps.
It was cold, for the Beach anyway. Temps were In the 30s.
Please don’t laugh, Northerners. That’s frigid for these parts.
I threw on my warmest coat, a wool scarf, knit hat and boots. The rest of my family was similarly attired.
Then my son appeared. He was sporting a crisp sports shirt, khakis and loafers.
And that’s it.
“Grab a jacket,” I said, gesturing to the coat rack by the back door bursting with an assortment of cold weather gear.
“I’m fine,” he said, adding the obligatory, “I went to school in Buffalo, remember?”
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