Comments on: Up Before Noon

By: Chuck

Chuck — Wed, 14 Sep 2005 05:22:39 +0000

Well, I will give you that one of my least favorite memories is of having to commute into Atlanta, and sitting in a long-sleeved shirt and tie in a convertible in dead-stopped traffic on I-85 in the middle of July. You could see the heat waves coming off the asphalt. And it was only the guy behind you in the big truck with the Confederate flag honking at you that kept you from succumbing to heat exhaustion.

BUT, at least it was predictable. If it was 98 during the day, it was 98 at night. And we never had to turn on our heaters in September! That just ain’t right.

By: Jeff H.

Jeff H. — Tue, 13 Sep 2005 20:29:41 +0000

Yeah, I’m looking forward to Indian Summer, but I just keep waiting…and waiting!

Temperatures regularly hit 100 (or 105!) in the Valley where I grew up…for months at a stretch. I don’t think I could handle that anymore, either.

By: Rain

Rain — Tue, 13 Sep 2005 19:57:26 +0000

Dudes. Stop moaning about the coming of Winter. SUMMER hasn’t even started yet. San Francisco summer doesn’t really happen until the end of September/begining of October. We get that whole “Indian Summer” thing.

Personally, I love that our summer is mercifully short. I can’t imagine living anywhere where it’s over 90 degrees out every day for three months. THAT would depress me. But I guess growing up here will do that for a person. Amongst other things.

By: Jeff H.

Jeff H. — Mon, 12 Sep 2005 16:09:18 +0000

The last three months of non-summer have been tough all over, but especially for those of us in Western San Francisco (and you definitely count). I think I’ve seen the sun rise over the East Bay three or four times since May: at this rate we’re all going to devolve into cave-dwelling Morlocks who can’t bear the light of day.

Me, I’m coping with the weather by drinking too much coffee, reading lots of ghost stories, and donning layer after layer of clothes.

Winter is coming, indeed.