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.