Speaking of pajamas, as I drove around town this past school year kicking kids out right and left at their presribed destinations dressed in little more than my jays, I began to contemplate the other useful purposes of them (pajamas, not kids). Initially I decided that should something happen to me or my vehicle during these times, I would just surrender to the law and say, "Take me. I'm yours." I'm not talking about my fantasies of Chips officers here, but rather about going to prison. Three squares and clean bed. And I was already dressed for it. I just figured I would own my slackerness in that regard, as it is always the best policy. To own your mistakes. And I would not be the first person to appear somewhere in public in their pajams. (Hence, my title.) I have done plenty of thinking about where else I could go dressed thusly, and it came down to really only a few places on this planet where it would be acceptable:
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September 2022
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