It seems way too appropriate that as I sat down at Starbucks to write about the Remember the Time theme for this week – heat waves – “Heat Wave” by Martha and the Vandellas started playing on their in-house mix. I mean, come on. Give that link a clickity click; you’ll be glad you did.
Is it hot where you are? I thought it was bad in North Carolina, but then once we got to Memphis a week ago, I started pining for the dry-by-comparison North Carolina coastal heat. Memphis is known for basically inventing a very special brand of the blues and the best barbecue you’ll ever have*, but it is Home of Humid too. Humidity you can cut with a butter knife and spread on your toast at breakfast and then be good until dinner. I’d hate it, but it’s home, and c’mon, they play Martha and the Vandellas in Starbucks here. This place is pretty special.
*Please don’t try to talk my out of this conviction. When we lived in Korea, the only Western-style barbecue we could find was Memphis style. Not North Carolina style, not Texas style. Memphis style. People the world over give a sh*t about what my hometown invented, not the other hangers-on.
So. It’s hot. Tell us your heat wave stories and link up with Ashley and me on Thursday and Friday. Like last week, I am crossing my fingers and toes that I’ll be able to carve out some time to pound out a post myself, but since I’m still on the road (AND looking forward to meeting face-to-face another very special blogger this Thursday….squee!) I make no promises. On that note, thank you all for reading and commenting while I’ve been largely absent from the comments. I feel kind of guilty for even opening the comments knowing that I won’t have time to answer them the way I normally do, but I put a lot of faith in this magic heat. Maybe it’ll give me strength? Nah, that’s doubtful, but I still have faith. Like I said, that barbecue is magical stuff.