Thursday, July 22, 2010
Living in Los Angeles for more than a dozen years has effectively made me a weather wimp. I grew up in Georgia and lived most of my life on the east coast -- I slept in an un-air-conditioned dorm in college in North Carolina and lived many years in an un-air-conditioned apartment in New York City. But when I come back east for vacation, I'm always amazed at how intolerant of the heat and humidity I've become. How can people live like this, is what I think when I step outside.
Evidently, there are hotter places. This very old church sits right up the road from my parents' house in suburban Atlanta.
Right across the street is an old cemetery, most of the headstones buried in weeds. I stepped lightly, afraid of snakes.
After twenty minutes or so, I'd had enough and was drenched in sweat in my city girl clothes. My parents' house is an oasis.