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Save Your Martini Glasses For The Cooler Months. If It’s Golf, Baseball And Beach Season, It’s Time For Highballs.

AND NOW, A BRIEF personal style moment: I am today for the first time wearing a black T-shirt from Gus O’Connor’s Pub in Doolin, Ireland. It has been sitting on a shelf since September, patiently awaiting the day when it would take its place in the starting lineup alongside the Kool-Aid man (must be red), Cookie Monster (must be blue) and assorted others that I wear almost daily, and that amuse me and often total strangers but never my wife, who still shakes her head every time she realizes she’s married to a six-year-old. I am bald, and not thin, and a few years ago I was walking down the street with her in our little town while wearing a Charlie Brown shirt—classic yellow with the black zigzag—and as a small boy and his father passed by, the son whispered excitedly to his old man, “That was him! The real Charlie Brown!” Cue the crestfallen shrug by Mrs. Charlie Brown.