Remember when it was “the summer game”?
For years I played in a night-time softball league. The league expanded, had more and more games, and we were later and later getting home (the field was only a couple of blocks from our address).
My wife came out around midnight one night because I still wasn’t home and she was worried. She came outside just in time to see John and me pull up in John’s car and practically crawl to the sidewalk. This was, by the way, some forty years ago. We were drained, we were exhausted, we were drenched with sweat.
Because it was the middle of the summer, Einstein! There was no climbit change, no globble warming! There was only… hot. And by Jove, it stayed hot all summer.
And nobody was clamoring for government to control the climate.
So we have a pack of noozies in their air conditioned studios haranguing us about Climbit Change and how we’d better give up all sorts of amenities before we inadvertently fricassee The Planet.
Oh for heaven’s sake, shut up!
It’s really amazing to see. I remember sweltering summers in Minnesota, 60 years ago. Hard to imagine a place where winters were cold enough to truly be dangerous, also having summers that would drench you with sweat, but we had them, and on a regular basis. If the last few years are any indication, it is definitely not getting hotter in these parts. I watch the temperature like a hawk, and the truly hot days are fewer and farther between in SE Arizona. My utility bills would let me know, if it was gett8 g hotter.
Dangerous cold happens in Wisconsin. One cloudless winter night, the temperature dropped to 55 degrees below zero, the lowest temperature ever recorded in Wisconsin. It occurred on the night of February 3, 1996, in the northern village of Couderay.
Heat, the summers were always hot in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I remember back, I think it was the summer of 1970. Our family was camping at Camp LuWiSoMo, located in heavily wooded central Wisconsin. During that week the temperatures pushed over 100 degrees. I remember running back from the lake, to the campground a mile away, at noon, over the blacktop road where the air above the road simmered like in a desert. Mom said nothing when I got back, it gets hot in the summer, and cold in the winter, that’s the way it has always been. The climate is always changing, nothing new going on.
Days that keep me indoors now, because of heat, didn’t even slow me down when I was 12.
Exactly. Those early years in Minnesota were years where we experienced occasional extreme weather. There were tornadoes in the mid to late ‘60s that caused a lot of damage. I remember -31 F on more than one occasion, which all but shut down everything for a couple of days. There were summer days that could give Arizona a run for its money.
There has been some world ending event just over the horizon, all of my life. Nuclear Duck and cover drills, the Berlin Wall crisis, the Cuban Missile Crisis, campus riots, Soviet aggression, Oils crisis I, stagflation, oil crisis II, Carter’s malaise, Iran hostage crisis, and it goes on forever.
Life goes on and will until Christ returns, an no one knows that day or hour. In the meantime, live.