If someone could please post an opening comment for ponies when this publishes, I’d be most appreciative. Please check back later this evening. My opening comment promises to include more images, and music, none of which are covers of this week’s selection, but should be of interest. Thank you.
Except for a few fortunate areas of the country, this has been an extremely long, hot summer. One must wonder, where are the global warming deniers? Maybe they are now safely huddled in a secret undisclosed location, bunking with the “Drill Baby, Drill” crowd? Perhaps in a dark, damp cave, ala Usama bin Laden, sharing quarters with the bats who also favor such locations?
In keeping with this theme, the original title of the song made reference to the Hades-like conditions that oftentimes occur in July and August, although those residing in the Old Confederacy can happily add the months of June and September, and to some extent, May and October as well. The more commonly used title actually attempts to analogize love and oppressively hot weather. Although this writer represent a rare exception, love that resembles hot, suffocating conditions would seem less than ideal. Perhaps it’s no accident that Valentine’s Day falls during the winter months.