Comments on: Beat the heat (a politics-free zone)

By: Kalroy

Kalroy — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 07:00:00 +0000

I like the lyrics. “those days of soda and pretzels and beer.”

Love the beer part.

Kalroy

By: Bookworm

Bookworm — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 07:00:00 +0000

I’m with you. I lived and learned in the South for some years. I found the people delightful, but the heat utterly defeated me, and I retreated to the more temperate climate in which I grew up.

By: Independent George

Independent George — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 07:00:00 +0000

I’m a lifelong northener, but in my experience, the younger generation of yankees are a marginally more heat-tolerant than southerners. We still keep our windows open and walk, instead of using central air and driving everywhere. I know it’s a generalization based on a small sample size, but that’s what I’ve observed.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 07:00:00 +0000

I grew up in the Deep South, where it is hotter than hell, but shady at least and easy-going.

Talleyrand said that no one born after the French Revolution would ever know the sweetness of life.

I say no one who has never eaten home-made peach ice-cream on a porch in Georgia on a late afternoon in July has ever known the sweetness of life.

Summer is worse up north, where I am now, with hardly any shade and no concessions made by the puritan ethic to warmer weather.

By: gatorbait

gatorbait — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 07:00:00 +0000

Here in South Louisiana, it is hotter than it is in Rabat ,Morocco. What’s wrong with this picture?

Sweatingly yours,

By: Pancho

Pancho — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 07:00:00 +0000

The heat in West Texas feels better than usual to me this year. A function, I think, of emerging from heart surgery last December when it was bitter cold outside making it hard to partake of the fresh air.

I’m back up to walking over 2 miles a day now and the extreme heat, 98-100° helps toughen me up. What I don’t like, however, is the large high pressure area hanging over us that has precluded clouds from forming. Clouds offer some relief from 14 hours of sun and in West Texas give some measure of perspective to the vast skies and spaces.

Days of cloudlessness edges me into a funk. When out at an oil well surrounded by flatness, the cloudless sky and the heat one can easily imagine that he is parked on Mars.