Heat

We’re looking at almost 100 degrees here today in the Flower City. Sheryl Crow comes on the radio, singing “Soak Up The Sun.” After the line about Got my 45 on, I look at D and say, “She’s really dating herself with that reference, isn’t she? I mean, who else remembers 45 records anymore besides me and thee?”

“I thought she was talking about sunscreen, actually,” sez D.

“That would be wise, wouldn’t it? I reckon most people are just gonna figure she’s packing heat.”