Don't forget Lilt rooster who was also AWOL. 
ST. Who lives in a summery Country (sometimes too summery, we broke 99 last week). 
Uh, sorry, Roo. Did I miss anyone else?
Weather; a subject of some serious consternation amongst some folks. My Baby Bro is an Air Force trained "Weather Observer", and also of an extremely liberal political bent; swears that the changes in the weather are all mans fault, that there were never the sorts of patterns and changes that we are seeing now, since records have been kept. I asked him "what about before records were kept?", and he said that didn't matter. We tend to disagree on a lot of things.
It's warm here, been in the mid to high 1-0-somethings the past several weeks, with a few excursions into 1-1-? something HOT LAND; some days have scattered clouds, but others, like today are bluebirdy days, breezy, relatively dry, and mostly tolerable. I feel for you folks who have that high humidity; we think we have it rough here when the Rh gets into the 20s, and "monsoon season, usually from about August to October is a time of discomfort for us Desert Rats; it has come early this year, I hope it goes away early, too.
I remember my six months in Memphis in 1960; arrived at midnight on July 8, and departed at about the same time on December 22. The night I got off of the bus, it was about 85 or 90, and the air was WET. I had just come from the Southern California Desert, across through the dry southwest, and the trip had been relatively dry until we got into Arkansas. I was seventeen, and had never experienced humidity like that; it took some adapting, and the first night I was on base in the barracks, I woke up in the wee hours thinking I had wet myself and my rack, I was sweating so; but I managed. When I left, the train pulled out at almost exactly midnight, the weather was cold and spitting snow. I got a couple of weeks leave, so I stopped at home before heading on to San Diego for duty. Got off of the train in Palm Springs - the Palm Springs railroad station was, still is out in the boonies several miles from town - and the weather was DRY, the sky was marvelously black and clear and so full of stars it looked like a carpet, it was cold and windy, about 25 degrees. I actually wept. Then I hitched a ride with the U.S. Mail haul contractor and rode the hundred miles home with him. At eighteen, I figured out that I am a true Desert Rat, and have never ventured very far from The Great Southwestern Deserts since. I do not like humidity, you may keep it.
Well, I got a late start this morning, and the day is scooting on by, so I think I'll go find something useful to do.
Later.
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