It’s hot outside. Like the heat of my youth hot. My sleeping dogs, companions for all my previous “sits and thinks” summer columns, will only lie indoors with the air conditioning on.
To be fair, I really don’t think it’s any hotter than the summers of my youth, a time when beaches and back porches could only be traversed in Chucks or flip-flops. But with the summer has come a summer breeze, and I have been able to sit and think a bit, even if the dogs decline to keep (Read more...)