The View From A Farr
I remember well the Heat Days of my youth. Mom and Dad would wake us up early, open a shuttered window just a smidge to give us a glimpse of the searing white daylight outside, and proudly announce: “No school today! You have a Heat Day!”
They surely must have enjoyed the surprised look on our faces; the race back to the bedroom; jumping into bed and laying right under the ceiling fan to help dry a…