08 July 2012


I grew up in Albuquerque, New Mexico in the Chihuahuan desert, where it easily gets into the 90s and triple digits on the thermostat.

But I had air conditioning to retreat to after being outside, inhaling the air you can taste.

For some reason, our apartment doesn't have air conditioning and it's been consistently 90+ degrees daily.

But while I was dozing on the couch, hating the humidity combined with heat, I understood the books about summer reading under a great big tree and dozing off in an envelope of torrid.

It makes me want to go read Huck Finn in a hammock with a big straw hat.

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