A couple of weekends ago, during the weekend of escaped dogs, I walked right by a fella on Glenwood who, despite the weather, was wearing a black tuxedo and a bowler. If I had to guess, I’d say the suit was wool. It was a hot-enough day that dogs were panting in the street. His round spectacles completed the look.

But it was his bicycle that took this fellow to perfection. It was an honest-to-goodness penny-farthing.

“And there’s a bit of history for you,” this gentleman said to a nearby homeowner on his stoop. Then he hopped up on the seat of his ordinary, did a U-turn on Glenwood and pedaled away into the summer. This delights me to no end.