Wonderful summers

Shot this afternoon between one rainfall and the next. Nice and cool.

AT SOME POINT in the 1980s, my last wife and I found ourselves a few miles north of Guanajuato, up near the silver mines, staying in a new hotel just across the way from an old church. We hadn’t been able to find a hotel downtown due to arriving late on a Friday night. Everywhere was booked up with Mexico City people.

It was August, and we’d arrived from Houston or maybe it was New Orleans. I don’t remember, but it doesn’t matter because both are sweat holes in the summertime. The next morning, I walked out of that hotel and was gobsmacked.

It was August and about 50 degrees! A wonderful experience for a fellow who’d spent most of his life in the American southeast, sweating through summers.

And loathing every second of it.

Flash forward to today. It’s raining outside as I write this, Thursday evening. It’s not August but July, but in Houston and New Orleans, there’s no difference. You suffer.

It’s 67 degrees outside, though it feels even cooler.

When I moved over the border two decades back, I brought two pairs of khaki shorts, the sort you might find on Crocodile Dundee. I’ve never worn them, and they live deep in the closet. On second thought, I believe I have worn them a few times, but never at home. I’ve worn them at the beach in Zihuatanejo, just 3.5 hours away.

You’ll die of sweat there in summer, and we always go in summer.

Though the beach is just 3.5 hours away, the weather is not the same due to altitude. The pants I wear here are Rider jeans, every day, no exception. I own lots of them.

Riders feel fine in our cool summers, and they work equally well in winter with thermal long johns beneath. Riders are versatile, all-weather trousers.

During Houston summers, I often wore long pants of khaki to the newsroom, topped off with Hawaiian floral shirts of rayon. My job did not require interaction with the public, so I was often the most colorful fellow in the office.

Reporters sported ties, and so did ambitious editors. But I went Hawaiian.

33 thoughts on “Wonderful summers

  1. It’s going to be scorchin’ hot in River City this weekend. We are hibernating in the cool air conditioning, and we are grateful for it (the a/c).


    1. Carole: Of course, you’ll be cooking because you’re in the middle of Texas in July. But it’s a bit better in San Antonio than in Houston due to less humidity. I remember that about your lovely town.

      Late afternoons and early evenings here in Springtime make me wish we had A-C, but we don’t, and we don’t have the high electricity bills that would accompany A-C. It all works out for the best.


      1. Given that most people from El Norte go there to escape snow, that’s counterintuitive but it makes sense. Now I just have to convince my travel partner…


          1. Well … she’d like a wedding on a beach somewhere, and we both want to throw a party for our friends with a band and dancing. Both kinda off the table right now.


  2. Starting to feel the heat here in The Dallas/Fort Worth area. Forecasted to be 102 degrees on Saturday. I’m starting to see people riding bikes and walking outdoors with mask on. Maybe instead of a heat index we can have a mask index that tells how hot it will feel with a mask on. Anyway 102 degrees will be the actual temp not counting any index.


    1. Thirsty: Good Lord! That sounds insufferable. My heart goes out to you, so to speak.

      Oddly, though I lived in Houston for over 15 years, I’ve been in Dallas and in Fort Worth just one time each. I especially liked Fort Worth. The two cities are quite different, as I’m sure you know.


  3. I also like Fort Worth over Dallas. I try to stay out of Dallas especially after dark. It’s 81 degrees here. Time to get my morning walk done.


  4. Enjoy your mountain top. It sounds better and better each post. But no worries … we won’t be showing up.


  5. While I was recovering from my cold, I cocooned myself in the bedroom with the air conditioner chugging away. I usually do not use the air conditioning regularly until August. Now that I have recovered (mostly), I am still using the bedroom as a cool refuge.

    Today, the temperature is 91 degrees with 69% humidity. I walked to my doctor this morning for a followup appointment. Physically, I had no trouble with the 3 miles. But the heat sapped me. I need to re-initiate my exercise program. But it is going to have to be earlier in the day.

    And, yes, I occasionally think about how pleasant it would be to awaken to 68 degree mornings.


    1. Señor Cotton: You made your beach bed, and now you gotta lie in it.

      And, of course, do your walking, etc., early. There’s a reason Mexico closes up shop for a few hours every afternoon. We are sharp!


      1. Seriously? I’ve always wanted to write a blog post with that name discussing basically what you wrote about today, namely that the Mexican Altiplano has an amazingly pleasant climate, one which contradicts all those “hot, humid Mexico” stereotypes.


        1. P.S. I just did a Duck search, and if “Altitude Trumps Latitude” were a Buffet song, I’d have seen it. But I didn’t.


            1. Yeah, I wish they had picked a better name, but I try to avoid Google, which after having included “Don’t be evil” in their ethos, dropped it officially a few years ago. Just about the time when they began being evil.


        2. Kim: Probably isn’t the title of a Jimmy Buffet song, but it could have been.

          Yes, the common perception above the border is that we are a world of surf and sand, and nothing could be further from the truth. But we do have surf and sand, lots of it, and it’s a great place to visit — preferably in the winter — but no one in his right mind would want to live there. In my opinion.

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          1. I will second your opinion about wanting to live near the surf and sand. I’ve spent too many years here in this cool, Bostonian climate to live in heat and sweat. Besides, hot climes seem to be an enemy of culture.


              1. At least in Mexico. Here in the states, there’s plenty of culture near the oceans, at least where it’s cool. I’ll count Boston as one of those places. That said, even your old haunt, New Oleans, though infernal, has plenty (Plenty!) of culture.

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