There’s always the guy you know who is running around in ankle-deep snow in sandals, a pair of baggy shorts exposing his ghostly-white legs, insisting that he’s not cold because the thermometer climbed past 45 degrees one day in late February.  Or the girl who keeps rolling out the parka until Memorial Day because it’s always so cold outside.  Wait - are you that guy?  Or that girl?  Has the Western New York weather broken your heart too many times for you to trust anything but wool?  Or are you the eternal optimist, always dressing for the next sunny day?  Take our poll and let us know.