My gratitude for two days after our nation’s 250th anniversary is meteorological: the stinkin’ hot weather has finally broken, and it’s only seasonally ghastly. Thursday, Friday and Saturday brought triple-digit highs, along with humidity levels kicking the heat index up to the teens.
Then a storm system came
through Saturday evening. Messed up the cult activities on the National Mall,
but it also knocked the corners off the heat, so ill wind and all that.
Moreover—grateful for air
conditioning in home and car, and for ceiling fans. I had to drive out at
midday on both Friday and Saturday for appointments. Even with my 25-year-old
Saab’s AC working at max all the way, it didn’t do more than take a bite out of
the heat. Still—I cannot imagine the experience without it.
Willis Carrier—you da man!
©2026 Bas Bleu
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