You gotta love Alabama in August. Heat index of 106 degrees today. It's what keeps folks form Michigan and New York from moving here. One August I had a friend visit me from New Hampshire. We were going to run to the beer store and when he reached for the seatbelt....well, let's just say he had a Chevy emblem seared on his hand. "HOW THE HELL CAN YOU PEOPLE LIVE HERE." I hated to tell him that it was a mild August.
When folks from up north come down to visit in the fall, they fall in love. The trees put on a kaleidoscope of color and yet there are days it's almost warm enough to swim. If they visit in January, it might be cool in the mornings, but by mid morning a sweater is too warm. In New Haven, New Hampshire they would be shoveling snow to get out of the driveway and the windchill would not be much worse in Antarctica. It's July and August that keeps them at bay.
My wife is not a warm weather person either. She has the local weather for Nova Scotia on her desktop. She will call me at work to tell me the high's today in Nova Scotia is 82 with a light breeze out of the north. "That's nice honey," I say.
Soon August will be a behind us and football season will get into full swing....the only thing to remind us of summer is that Chevy seatbelt emblem scar on the palm of your hand.
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