Their company is refreshing. Until I get a van that I can drive, they are my link to the outside world. The air conditioner is not working, so a water bottle sprays my skin for cooling. At the parking lot I pull on my other long pants and sweatshirt. Inside, I sit at the back of the bus, errr, I mean in the handicapped area at the rear of the theater.
Theaters are notoriously cold.
I also bring along two small wool blankets. I m quite a sight when I roll out into Maui s 85 degree weather. The line of tourists waiting for the next show see me and run back to their cars for sweaters. Other friends are going to dinner. My carriage turns into a pumpkin at 6 p.m.