Thursday, May 31, 2007
"But it's a dry heat..."
| I think I now know how a ham feels. In case you haven't heard, Florida is on fire. I believe the entire state is aflame by now and it's been going for weeks. Also parts of south georgia are burning as well. Normally this might not affect me, however, the wind keeps pushing the smoke from the fires north and west. This past weekend I drove up to my friend Chris' house for a small memorial day cook out. As you probably recall, Chris is quite fond of throwing pig parts on the smoker. I knew driving up, that I would soon be devouring delicious ribs. As I drove further north I started to realize it was not fog or Atlanta smog but smoke. "What has Chris done now?" I wondered. Thankfully the Atlanta Braves broadcast on the radio clued me in on the problem. Where I work I have to walk across open runway area to and from my office. With that kind of wide open space it is easy to see all of the smoke, just in case you couldn't smell it. And forget trying to cool the office by opening windows. It doesn't get cooler, just a lot more smelly. Part of what is contributing to the problem as far as georgia goes is the fact we haven't had much rain. In fact if not for a freak shower around 4pm today, Macon would have gone the entire month of May with 0" of rain. Either way we still go on the record for dryest May on record. It's dry, its hot, and it's smokey. All of which are great for barbecue, but pretty miserable for people.I know folks who have lived out west in Arizona and New Mexico and they always talk about the heat not being a problem because "it's a dry heat." My normal reply is "Well my oven is a dry heat but I don't enjoy sticking my face in there." This past week has pretty much solidified my stance on the whole dry heat issue. Frankly, it stinks. It stinks a lot like... well, like a big smokey camp fire. While I am not native American nor do I know any authentic rain dances, I do have one never fails method of making it rain. When I was in Boy Scouts every time my father (our Scout Master) planned a camping trip, it would rain. Well except the one time that it snowed like 6". So I think I speak for everyone in Georgia and Florida when I say: Pops, time to go camping!  |
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