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Front Page - Friday, June 4, 2010

Are We There Yet?


Just warming up



The weather is 95 and hazy, kind of like John McCain.
– An anonymous Democrat
During these increasingly warmer days I find myself hanging out in the house a lot, watching too much TV, already dreaming of the end of daylight savings time and the beginning of Jack-O-Lanterns, burning wood and a cold north wind; and we’re barely into June.
Remember that “Twilight Zone” about the two women in the apartment who were slowly burning up because for some reason the sun was getting closer? Then one of them woke up and we found that it was just a dream, and that they were actually slowly freezing to death because the sun was moving farther away.
That crazy Rod Serling. He probably ended the episode by saying “There is another dimension, one where cold is hot, and hot is cold, but never, ever, lukewarm.” Ne ne ne ne. Ne ne ne ne. (Fade out as scary Rod takes another hit off his Lucky Strike).
How hot is it?
“I seen it so hot till you had to feed the hens cracked ice to keep them from laying hard-boiled eggs.” Richard Edwards in “Every Tongue Got to Confess: Negro Folk-Tales from the Gulf States” by Zora Neale Hurston.
Not hot enough yet to water your roof, like they sometimes have been known to do in Hillcrest. I saw it happening once. What the people had done was position the sprinkler up on the roof, so that it could rain drops down on to the soft melting shingles. It was a first for me, and it must have been a first for the three ladies on the other side of the street too, who just stood there and watched, in wonder and amazement, at a house being watered. Well it’s hot, so normal takes a break.
It was so hot today that Dick Cheney water boarded himself.”
– David Letterman.
I once wrote a column about the year I got married – 1980. I called it, “The hottest year,” because that’s just what it was. If you were around back then you’ll remember. Check out the weather some night and see if they don’t say the record for the hottest day came in 1980.
I told about some hot things that happened back then, now 30 years ago, like the Hunt brothers heating up the silver market, or Richard Pryor heating up his crack pipe: just your typical heat-related stuff.
Anyway, that made me want to look back a couple of years before that, to 1978, which was a hot year for me because that was the year I turned 21.
I was entrenched in college life in 1978, and all it entailed. The age of Moon Doggy and Aquarius were long gone, replaced adequately by Jake and Elwood, The Bee Gees and King Tut.
While the Gibb brothers were the hottest band in 1978, we were more into Kansas, Steely Dan and Jackson Browne, and music from artists like The Cars, Dire Straits, Prince and, of course, the Ramones.
In 1978 Johnny Carson ruled late night, while Captain Kangaroo and Lawrence Welk were also still going strong.
“Grease” and “Superman” won the box office war, while my favorite, “Animal House,” came in third. “The Deer Hunter” won Best Picture in a strong year for dramas that produced others like “Midnight Express” and “Coming Home;” not to mention other classics like “The Last Waltz,” “The End,” “Up in Smoke” and “Halloween.”
In sports, the Yankees were hotter than the Dodgers, Kentucky hotter than Duke
(Hogs third), the Bullets (see Wizards) hotter than the Supersonics (see Oklahoma) and the Cowboys hotter than the Broncos.
Leon Spinks beat Muham-med Ali for the Heavyweight Title, which still sounds weird.
On March 1 some people stole the remains of Charles Chaplain from Cosier-sur-Vevey, Switzerland. It probably wasn’t hot there. Two months later they found the coffin about ten miles away.
Science got hot and hatched the first human from a test tube. Louise Brown would grow up and marry a nightclub doorman in 2004. She would later give birth, naturally, to a son.
It was even hot in Alaska, as in dead heat, when American Dick Mackey held off eventual five-time winner and fellow countryman Rick Swenson in the closest finish ever in the Iditarod Sled Dog Race.
They were neck and neck at the end with Swenson’s sled actually crossing the finish line first. However he finished the race with six dogs to Mackey’s eight, and because the noses of Mackey’s lead dogs, Skipper and Shrew, crossed the line first, the judge awarded Mackey the victory.
This seems like a good place to end, with strong sled dogs fighting for victory in the cold arctic snow.
Stay cool.