It was in the low 50s, if that, yesterday morning as I stood in the return line at Costco, which stretched outside. I'm not dressed for this weather, I thought to myself, standing there in pants, a long-sleeved blouse, quilted vest, socks and shoes. Last week, when I was in Boston and it was barely in the 50s, I was dressed in almost the same clothes — PLUS a coat and hat. I even found a scarf at a secondhand store. But in Los Angeles, where I live, it almost never occurs to anyone to p ...

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