“The temperature hit 99 degrees at La Guardia Airport, 4 degrees higher than the previous high set on June 9, 1984; it was 99 degrees at Newark Liberty Airport, tying a record set in 1933. In Central Park, the high temperature was 96, one degree shy of the record. Temperatures in Islip, on Long Island, and Bridgeport in Connecticut, easily broke previous records.
Tuesday was not likely to offer any respite from the 90-degree heat, according to the National Weather Service, adding that temperatures would drop back into the 80s by Wednesday.” — The New York Times
So many memories from those New York summers of 2002-2005–the smell of rotting food in plastic bags; the rolling sweat streams down the back of my leg while I stood on the subway platform each morning; sweaty fat dudes in tank tops bumping into people; the brownouts; the residents yelling at each other in anger on the street.
Yes, summer is the worst time to be a New Yorker, and it’s descended on the city like a dumpsterful of fermented trash juice. So to my peeps still living there: I miss plenty of things about my old town, but as for this and the other heat waves headed your way this summer, I sure am glad to have bailed out.
Don’t forget a change of undershirt–I know I used to need a new one by 2 p.m. or so. Sexy.