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I was passing a bar that was clearly a genuine drinking man’s watering hole. It was obvious there was no air conditioning since all the windows and doors were open. The regulars were hanging at the bar, flys accustomed to the heat.
I sat myself at a table in a chair so commodious as to be too comfortable. The menu was delivered, and I proceeded from there. Hot but tolerable as it turned out. My drink of choice is water and it was good and cold without loads of ice to get in the way of sipping.
I chose a quinoa veggie burger which came with such a pile of fries as to be an embarrassment. All good with the crispy fries offsetting the gooey soft burger and its bun.
This whole mini short story is by way of saying I hate heat and some days, I submerse myself in it. To prove the point.




















































































































