I don't need no stinking Burning Man to have a heat wave. It's been in the high 90's all week here in Maryland. Sunday it was 100 degrees and I thought I would burst into flames. The only reason I did not catch fire was the fact that by mearly standing in the shade, my elbows and kneecaps were soaked in sweat. My t-shirt weighed twenty pounds and was soaking wet, preventing any flames of fire from catching.*Note: the above photo is not Rick or myself. Rick and I would NEVER wear Moon-boots. Please.....
Ummm... Actualy I did have a pair of moonboots. Like my fedora and my glacier glasses, I had them long before they became a popular accessory for 3 year olds to wear to the store in the middle of the summer...
ReplyDeleteMine were made by some ski-boot manufacturer and I wore them out in the snow on Easter of 1978, the first time I did acid.... Good times. Good times.