NEVER LET THEM SEE YOU SWEAT

It has happened again, just like it happened in the previous three summers I’ve lived in Wisconsin: The seasons have shifted gears without benefit of a clutch.

I don’t want to say it was a sudden transition, but I still had long-sleeved shirts in the dirty laundry–and no, I do not leave my laundry unwashed for months at a time. But last night inside the church, it was 85 degrees during worship.

Why? Why does the same place have to suffer through the longest winter of any place not currently buried under a mile-thick glacier and this sudden, cruel intrusion of South Carolina’s mid-August into Wisconsin’s early June? What did we ever do to anybody?

It’s beside the point, I guess. Give me three nice days in October, and I’ll wonder why anybody lives anywhere else.

But as for now, I’m about ready to put WIllis Carrier, the inventor of air conditioning, right near the top of that ‘100 Greatest Americans’ list.