A word of advice

Just a word, apropos of nothing.

If it is cold where you are, that is to say, hovering right around freezing with a wind from the northeast* and your nevertheless take your children to the park to fly kites** because you are after all the proud owner of the finest silk long underwear known to man+ and furthermore you have a Really Good Coat ++ and so on.

If all of this is true, may I offer you this advice. However much you really like them, do not wear your red canvas high tops just on a whim.

It's not that it's a frivolous whim. It's that it's a really stupid whim.

Ask me how I know.

*quick, what's northeast of Holland? Right. Really Very Cold Places.

** despite the fact that the wind is not steady enough to fly a kite, but you figure that means they will have to run all over the field to keep the kites up and that's good in terms of wearing them out.

+they are called SilkJohns. Get some now. Can't beat 'em. Seriously.

++ bought for you as a gift from your spouse when you went to Tahoe, almost exactly one month before everything went to shit with his job and you still had That Kind of Money. Good instincts, dear.