The day the mercury hits 60 is the day I switch to shorts and flip-flops. And there’s no going back. No compromises. That’s who I am. In lieu of indecision and what others call “nuance”, I’m for clarity and sense of purpose. I march my tour group around the quad into the library where I rattle off pertinent statistics sotto voce. Number of volumes. Rules. Hours of operation. This is my favorite part of the tour. The smart kids are engaged. The slackers glaze out. There’s no hiding from truth in the library. Next we head to the gym. I’m still talking, walking backwards, knowing full well that each person in my group is secretly hoping that I trip on the icy snow mound to my left.