Before my Thursday volunteer gig, I pick up a big coffee from the nearby Caribou. Each time, I see this silver fox business type who is looking through the financial pages of the Wall Street Journal. Some times he makes notes.
I figured him for retired, since his regular uniform was a dress shirt and loafers completed with a pair of maroon University of Minnesota sweat pants.
Today, he was wearing regular dress slacks for the first time.
This has got to be a sign. But of what?
