They say you live long enough, you’ll continue to see things you’ve never seen before.
Happened to me last night.
After another long day at the office, I walked out the front door and was me by the oven-like conditions outside. But it didn’t produce a frown from me. Instead, it turned my frown upside-down. You see, I actually like this weather. Perfect night for sitting on the screened-in porch and listening to the Phils, I thought.
Of course, first there would be the ride home. That’s when it happened.
My car has both a clock display as well as one that delivers the temperature outside. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I glanced at the clock. That’s when I saw it. Three digits. Now there’s something I’ve never seen before, I said to myself. I didn’t even know it could display three digits. But there they were, 1-0-2 toasty degrees.
Actually, as I headed up Springfield Road it actually ticked up a notch to 103. But it was downhill from that point, registering in the 90s by the time I got home.
This morning the TV folks are indicating that last night might have been the warmest overnight in Philadelphia history. Wouldn’t bother me in the least.
Yes, I was sitting outside in complete bliss when I got home last night.
Now if only the Phils had won, it would have been a perfect night.
In the meantime, I suppose we will be forced to cover the heat one more day.
Relief is on the way tomorrow. Highs in the 90s.
I won’t soon forget that triple-digit display in the car. That’s in part because I still remember all too well the days last winter when it was displaying a single digit.
Give me heat and humidity any day.
Happened to me last night.
After another long day at the office, I walked out the front door and was me by the oven-like conditions outside. But it didn’t produce a frown from me. Instead, it turned my frown upside-down. You see, I actually like this weather. Perfect night for sitting on the screened-in porch and listening to the Phils, I thought.
Of course, first there would be the ride home. That’s when it happened.
My car has both a clock display as well as one that delivers the temperature outside. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I glanced at the clock. That’s when I saw it. Three digits. Now there’s something I’ve never seen before, I said to myself. I didn’t even know it could display three digits. But there they were, 1-0-2 toasty degrees.
Actually, as I headed up Springfield Road it actually ticked up a notch to 103. But it was downhill from that point, registering in the 90s by the time I got home.
This morning the TV folks are indicating that last night might have been the warmest overnight in Philadelphia history. Wouldn’t bother me in the least.
Yes, I was sitting outside in complete bliss when I got home last night.
Now if only the Phils had won, it would have been a perfect night.
In the meantime, I suppose we will be forced to cover the heat one more day.
Relief is on the way tomorrow. Highs in the 90s.
I won’t soon forget that triple-digit display in the car. That’s in part because I still remember all too well the days last winter when it was displaying a single digit.
Give me heat and humidity any day.
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