I feel all fuzzy and good. Had to do some school chore, selling food. There were enough people to say hello and give me a genuine smile while I was myself: not wearing a full face of paint, with gray hair, comfortable shoes, warmly dressed with the long vest under the trenchcoat. All the kids got out of the event satisfied, so all is fine. I say genuine smile, cause after a decade of NO I can see the fakeness from a mile away and, really, I prefer no smile to a fake smile.