I am getting old but I can remember summers going back maybe 75 years. At home (New England) summer weather was mostly warm and pleasant. We went swimming in Lake Cochichuate, we played with neighbor kids, and we ran around in the woods surrounding Lake Cochichuate. Every summer we had a hot spell, a few days or even a week, of really hot weather, 90F and more. Mother coped. She would take us to an air conditioned movie, or out to eat somewhere, or just do a nice big steak on the outdoor fire place. And the hot spell would be over. And we didn’t have radio and TV commenting that this hot spell was global warming and would end the world. It was just a hot spell.
No comments:
Post a Comment