Southern California has a reputation for having the most amazing weather that never gets too hot or too cold.  I fell in love the first time I landed at LAX in mid-August.  Coming from blistering summer Texas heat, the cool 70-degree sunset over the Pacific etched itself in my mind forever.  I was hooked.  I knew I’d be back to stay.  And for the most part, it’s been great.

Ask my family how much I call them to brag about how nice the weather is here.

But I’ve gotten soft.  Can’t take the heat anymore.  And days like today make me pay for my luxuries.  We don’t have A/C here.  Hardly anyone does.  If you’re in Texas right now reading this, you think I’m crazy.

But rarely do we ever need it.

Chalk today up to global warming or something, cause all the windows are open. The fans are on high.  I’m stripped down to my skivvies, and it’s still hot and sticky in here. 

I always thought Nelly was right.  But maybe he should have said, “take off all your clothes, then turn on your AC and jump in a pool of ice.”  But I guess that’s hard to rhyme…

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P.S. Happy 16th birthday to my brother Ben.  He looks just like his brother Nick, but on a 119-month delay.