It is another day of heat and humidity here in the Northeast. As I write this, it is 92 degrees with 54 percent humidity. I'm sure it is even more oppressive in more southerly parts of the Northeast. But a few degrees won't make anyone sweat any more or complain any less. The heat doesn't bother me like it does some people. Yeah, I don't like it being 80 degrees when I'm trying to sleep, but I accept this as summer. This is what summer does. In fact, it was 88 outside when I got up. I went out for a run. No problems. But not counting roofers and mailmen, I was the only one out there. I'm one of those annoying folks who doesn't want too much air conditioning. I need to feel the heat of summer. It makes sense to me. It makes me feel alive. Some of the best moments come when it is blazing hot outside. For example, you know that if it's hot, someone, somewhere is playing baseball. As I was outside, I thought about the times when I was collecting c...
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