The Best Dad Ever…
By Mitch Berg
..was born on this date in 1936, one of the first babies born in the new Jamestown Hospital.
It was the hottest summer in American history…
[…huh? But I thought global warming meant…let me check…(ruffles through papers). Huh. Yep, it was over 100 for weeks on end! Hm. Go figger! – Ed.]
…yep, it was the hottest summer in American history, around 120 degrees when Dad was born.
I’ve had this theory since I was a little kid; people are best acclimated to, and prefer, the weather they were first exposed to. I observed this when I was in fifth grade, when I noticed that Dad could play five sets of tennis on a 95 degree day, then drink a cup of iced tea and go golf 18 holes and barely break a sweat – but when the temperature dropped below 40, he started like a Fiat. I, on the other hand, came out of hospital into the -25F aftermath of a northern North Dakota blizzard; I don’t bother buttoning my jacket if it’s above 10 degrees, but if it gets over 85 I’m a sodden mess if I’m not constantly, violently physically active or curled up in front of an errant air conditioner.
At any rate – happy birthday, Dad!
July 5th, 2007 at 10:17 pm
Think you’re better than me, huh? It’s go time.
July 6th, 2007 at 7:14 am
Mitch mocked: “[…huh? But I thought global warming meant…let me check…(ruffles through papers). Huh. Yep, it was over 100 for weeks on end! Hm. Go figger! – Ed.]”
Turn on the Weather Channel, Chachi.