"HE MELTED"

On one of our recent tour excursions to Peggy's Cove in Nova Scotia, our bus' air conditioner decided to pump out heat rather than AC. Our obstinate bus driver wouldn't pull the fuse to shut it off. He also could have opened two roof vents to move the air. Nope. He drove as if he were on a mission. It was a 45 minute ride from Halifax to the cove. And he was going to make it.

Our guide was nice enough to field suggestions and tried to calm the hot passengers. For some reason she kept counting the passengers. Fives times by my count. Confirmed by another passenger. Once she stated, "I thought I'd lost one."

My wife, being helpful offerred, "He melted." When I suppose he had merely gone to the rest room at the back of the bus.

But it was hot. It was also hot in Baltimore, Boston, Plymouth, Portland, Bar Harbor, St. John's

When we returned to Arizona it was balmy at 110 followed by scattered hot, followed by variable hot, followed by hot with high clouds, etc.

It's hard to say it, but I'm ready for Fall and cooler temps. I don't know what that will do with my wardrobe of tank tops, shorts, and flip flops, but somehow I'll try to adjust. Gotta go now and enjoy the 88 degree early morning. I think it's only supposed to be 107 today. And after church we're heading downtown to watch the Cardinals avoid a sweep by the DBax. It should be cooler there with all the insolation that concrete provides.