In honor of the fact that we’re seeing a Broadway play this afternoon and the heat index in the City might approach 110 degrees (though we are not in fact seeing “110 in the Shade”)…
I usually save this for the hottest day of the summer, which I know today is not: but we’ve got construction going on here that precludes turning on the air conditioning, plus there are machines in the kitchen belching out hot, humid air that’s long since spread to every room in the house. So Holy Hades, Batman, it’s ugly in here. I’d sleep outside if I weren’t worried about getting eaten by a bear.
(of course they’ll be removing the machines tomorrow, just in time for the temperatures to drop 25 to 30 degrees anyway)
It appears Mr. Hilburn confused this