Well, the only words I can come up with today are the following, written by my fifth grade buddy, Evelyn Watson, in my birthday autograph book:
Head’s heavy, brain’s dumb,
Inspiration won’t come.
Can’t write, bum pen,
Best wishes, A-Men.
This is what happens after ten straight weeks of 90 to 100 degree weather!
They say that no great culture ever emerged from a tropical or semi-tropical climate. “They” are right. Now I know why!
Stay cool and pray for a speedy autumn and a long, crisp, cold, rejuvenating winter.