100 Degrees in the Shade
We’ve hit the 100 degree mark.
Granted, my office is air conditioned to a quite comfortable 74 degrees and I only have to step outside occasionally to let the dogs out, check the mail, and the like. But it’s still mighty hot.
While Virginia is unquestionably part of the South, the Washington DC suburbs of Northern Virginia, where I live, haven’t been culturally southern for years. You can’t even get sweet tea in restaurants, for Pete’s sake. But the summer weather remains quite southern.
UPDATE: We’ve apparently set a record:
While severe storms flooded New York City subways, delayed flights and spawned a possible tornado in Brooklyn, Washington-area residents today continued to languish from oppressive heat and humidity. Temperatures hit 102 at Reagan National Airport at 1 p.m., breaking a nearly 80-year-old record by one degree.
Temperatures were recorded as soaring also at the other major area airports. At Baltimore-Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport, the temperature hit 100, breaking the 1980 record of 99. At Dulles International Airport, it hit 99.
It could be worse, I guess:
The 1930 heat wave was the cause of what The Washington Post called “unusual happenings”:
- A woman living in an apartment on 10th Street NW shot and killed her husband when he refused to give her money for food. She blamed the heat. The morning she pulled the trigger, temperatures in the couple’s apartment had reached 110 degrees, she told police.
- Chickens that had been entered in an egg-laying contest at the University of Maryland Experiment Station were listless. Yields were disappointing.
- A 16-year-old Virginia hunter collapsed after being overcome by heat and shot himself in the head with a .22 caliber rifle. The ball knocked him out but only inflicted a scalp wound, The Post reported.