Lori Duff Writes
I miss my White Pants…. I am writing this on September 22, 2016 which is, so the calendar says, the first day of fall. It is approximately ninety-jillion degrees outside and, to be honest, inside my office, since my law partner thinks anything below 80 on the thermostat means we are trying to freeze…
It’s summer, summer being defined as “that period of time in which you don’t have to get up and go to school,” and that conjures up a lot of images. Long, lazy days in the sun; books to be read; frozen drinks; swimming; and all manner of recreational activities. Except for us working folks, for…
I don’t know why anyone bothers watching the weather this time of year. This is Atlanta. This is mid-July. I can say without any sort of doubt whatsoever, that it is going to be hot outside. Really hot. Convection oven hot. And humid, with air so thick you can cut it into slices and spread…