When it climbs into the hundreds we get to talk about the weather.
It never snows here, except in 1932, and the big storm of 1949. New Yorkers might call it sweater weather when the thermometer plunges, but…
Right now it’s positively toasty so take a gander at these and think cool.
I be stealing these pictures now in case I ever do a Dory Previn column.
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