The Unthinkable happened this morning at 7th and Montana: The Dignified Walking Lady, known for wearing Arctic Attire in 85-degree heat, was finally appropriately dressed. Don't get me wrong ... she didn't change a thing. She was clad in the same heavy, woolen jacket, sweater, multiple scarves, long skirt and hat that she always wears. But the temperature was unseasonably cool at only 53 degrees. "It's official," I said, as she smiled and waved her ivory-tipped cane at me, "Hell has finally frozen over!" And then, something wonderful happened. It started raining ... and the Dignified Walking Lady wasn't prepared. I think there's a lesson to be learned here: Mess with the world order and you'll get all wet ...!