Melting, Send Help
I grew up in New York. A hot summer day meant 90, maybe 92, with the threat of a thunderstorm cooling everything off.
Now, if I saw double-digits, I’d probably throw on a sweater.
I know the common answer to this next question is “LEAVE,” but what do you guys (still can’t say “y’all” without hearing my Queens and Bronx-raised grandmothers crying) do to beat the heat? Eat ice cream? Sit around in your underwear? Do both of those at the same time?
Those have been my two favorites this week, but have drawn glares from my neighbors.
Please help a brother out; I’m about to go Travis Bickle on this city.
By Bradford Pearson
Aug. 4, 2011 | 11:55 am | 14 Comments | Comments RSS








14 comments to "Melting, Send Help"
Your instincts are correct. Our kind can never say “y’all”. Not that it isn’t an extremely useful conjunction, we just can’t pull it off with any credibility.
Informal: Would ya’ll like to come over for barbecue and swimming?
More formal: May you and your family join us for swimming and dinner?
I agree, much better than “you guys”. But not nearly as much fun as “youse guys”
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