The other night I was standing outside a certain north end pub waiting for my friend, bouncing around trying to stay warm. I mentioned how fucking terrible the cold was and you gave me your gloves and insisted I keep them. You didn’t tell me your name, and I think you sincerely wanted me to have them at the moment. I am touched, because those gloves are really, really beautiful. I would be happy to own these gloves and the memory that accompanies them, but I would also be happy to return them if you would like them back (leather gloves aren’t cheap!) :). Thank you kind soul, I wish I could express my gratitude in a reciprocal fashion! —Cold allergy
This article appears in Feb 12-18, 2015.