Okay, I admit that 88-90 degrees doesn't qualify as extreme weather in
some many most people's minds. However, around here it doesn't happen very often so when it does, it is
unbearable noticed. This latest warm spell brought to mind a few (and I do mean few) memories. Pardon me while I reminisce. I remember - having to sleep without covers at night; the butter, which was kept in the cupboard, reduced to a soft, sloppy heap; being able to wear real summer clothes in the shade; walking down the middle of the road on the white line to avoid burning our feet on the asphalt; being able to stay out on the ferry deck without getting chilled.
That memory of a ferry ride during a heat wave back in the early 80s is what prompted yesterday's outing.