06 July 2012
0 hot in herre
one summer, when we still lived in memphis and before we moved to atlanta, my family went to atlanta for a vacation.
i've been reminded of this a lot lately given our recent death by heatwave.
because i don't remember being particularly hot while growing up in the sounth. you'd think all my memories would be glazed in sweat, but they're not.
what i do remember is that particular vacation, where my family- never one to engage in anything remotely describeable as "active"- inexplicably went white-water rafting. and the blaze was so searing that my father got sunburned between his toes.