Atticus Finch
Call Me a Cab
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- Coastal North Carolina, USA
Hi Folks,
My elderly parents tell me to never hasten the future---to do so is to wish that one's life would pass more quickly. But, nonetheless, I'm ready for some autumn jacket weather! I'm sorry Mom, but yes...I want October to hurry up and get here. If I'm dead by then, it'll be OK. I'm sure that Hell is cooler than Eastern North Carolina.
The temperature here in Perdition.....I mean New Bern, has topped three digits almost half the days since the end of July. Factor in the normal 75% to 100% humitity and you've got one sticky, damp, miserable, sweat soup. Take a shower. Stink an hour later. Take another shower and, by the time you tie your shoes, you stink again. I'll swear, I've forgotten what dry underwear feels like.
It has been so hot this August that I haven't even wanted to look at a jacket. In fact, right now, I'll bet the mere smell of goatskin would produce the same reaction in me as would a big dose of antabuse. I can't imagine standing in front of my closet thinking that it might be too chilly outside for a G-1 and opting for a B-15C, instead. Heck, I have difficulty even recalling that just a few months ago, I was Jeeping into work with my L-2B zipped to the collar. But I see my jackets hanging in the closet, and I understand that I must have worn them at some time in my life. Didn't I?
I know fall is just around the corner. In a few weeks, some tropical storm or hurricane will blow through here and then, just like someone flipped off the heat switch, summer will be over. But, right now, I feel like I'm in my tenth week of August.
Atticus
My elderly parents tell me to never hasten the future---to do so is to wish that one's life would pass more quickly. But, nonetheless, I'm ready for some autumn jacket weather! I'm sorry Mom, but yes...I want October to hurry up and get here. If I'm dead by then, it'll be OK. I'm sure that Hell is cooler than Eastern North Carolina.
The temperature here in Perdition.....I mean New Bern, has topped three digits almost half the days since the end of July. Factor in the normal 75% to 100% humitity and you've got one sticky, damp, miserable, sweat soup. Take a shower. Stink an hour later. Take another shower and, by the time you tie your shoes, you stink again. I'll swear, I've forgotten what dry underwear feels like.
It has been so hot this August that I haven't even wanted to look at a jacket. In fact, right now, I'll bet the mere smell of goatskin would produce the same reaction in me as would a big dose of antabuse. I can't imagine standing in front of my closet thinking that it might be too chilly outside for a G-1 and opting for a B-15C, instead. Heck, I have difficulty even recalling that just a few months ago, I was Jeeping into work with my L-2B zipped to the collar. But I see my jackets hanging in the closet, and I understand that I must have worn them at some time in my life. Didn't I?
I know fall is just around the corner. In a few weeks, some tropical storm or hurricane will blow through here and then, just like someone flipped off the heat switch, summer will be over. But, right now, I feel like I'm in my tenth week of August.
Atticus