Dear Boots, It’s Awful Hot
A friend of mine writes a column called Dear Boots, where she answers questions about Waco and Texas. The first one was from a Midwesterner who wondered how we cope with the heat. Here is part of Boots’ answer:
We can’t erase what we know about how good it feels when the icy wall of air greets us as we walk through the front door, but we can stop waiting so intently for it.”
Dear Boots, I’ve never been more thoroughly rebuked in my life. It’s time for me to approach summer’s heat and drought with more gentleness.
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