The thermometer above is in my car, recording the temperature outside. This was in the shade, shortly before noon, just after I finished an interview for a magazine story in Vinton.
I grew up in west/central South Carolina, 350 miles south of here, where wet/hot summers are the norm. But I don’t recall many days in the 1950s and 1960s when the thermometer nearly burst from its excess. Those temperatures are becoming the norm here, however. God only knows what west/central South Carolina feels like.
My grandgirl is at Camp Alta Mons, just outside Shawsville this week and she has no A/C. My guess is she of the 2 percent body fat won’t suffer much, even with the high level of activity. But she’s 12 and I’m 70. It makes a difference.