When the temperatures around here start inching into the 60s, the locals complain of a heat wave. Seriously.
Well, maybe complain is too negative, but they are vocal.
Convertibles will have been cruising around with their tops down for some time, at least when it’s not raining. Or maybe not.
I even saw some tables on the Old Sow restaurant’s outdoor deck blithely occupied at night when the temps sat in the lower 40s.
I won’t even mention the guys who go around all winter in shorts.
This definitely ain’t California, Texas, or ‘specially Florida.
How does seasonal change kick in where you are?
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