Saturday was the first of many to come when the warm joy of early spring morphs to unbearable humidity.
Really humid. One didn’t need a Temperature Humidity Index to know.
Air that inquires, like what am I doing wandering outside when my shirt feels like dank dishrag?
The calendar said early June.
The weather read mid August.
But, I got out of the house anyway — a man can’t survive by HVAC alone — checking out the Butchertown Fair. A couple of blocks of booths of knick knacks and some real art mixed in. Accompanied by a C & W cover band.
I ended up buying something that spoke to a fellow for whom eight decades of doubts linger in every nook and cranny of an aging body.
A refrigerator magnet.
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