What a buncha panic-mongers the local press has become.
We would play all day in 104 degrees, never drink enough water, come in and complain of headaches, drink Kool-Aid (the safe kind) and lemonade, eat dinner, cool off, and then out again until the street lights came on. And NO air conditioning. In Florida!
It's a wonder we survived. I know, I know. Old fart rant. I'm channeling Rob Smith, I'm afraid.
Hope it's cooler where he is, God rest his farty soul.
Buck up, ya wussies.
Aug 9, 2007