It's Hot

This morning, I dropped Big Guy in a corn field, with five hoes, a canopy and two water coolers. He and a group of five buddies will build character, experience a growth opportunity or just plain sweat as temperatures top out in the triple digits. My character doesn't need to be built, I'm not interested in growing, and whatever charm Big Guy worked to get buddies to the field isn't working on me. I will spend my day in air-conditioning except when walking from the house to the car to the book store and back again. And while walking, I plan to complain about the heat. If I knew where my cellphone was, I might even call Big Guy to compare notes on how hot it is in the field vs. how hot it is in the parking lot. He will say, the heat is not that bad, come join us in the field. I will know different. It's hot. It's July. It's St. Louis.