(I remember this fragment of a dream from last night. Our room was very warm and what little air came thru the window was damp and miserable.) All I can remember was that I was sitting in a classroom and Dr. Erickson (history prof.) whom I admire and think of a great deal was walking out of the room and I remember smiling as I looked down to see hanging beneath his trousers a pair of woolen bvd's. He had no socks on and it was very warm.