New York City is melting.
Folks, we are in the middle of one hell of a heat wave in NYC. I can barely take two steps without having to wipe the pouring sweat off my brow. Which got me thinking about summertime, and how it always reminds me of running outside, barefoot on the scorching sidewalks, to chase down the Ice Cream Man. If he drove by my office today, I would surely run out and order everything he had. What's your favorite Popsicle® flavor? Mine is Cherry.
Thank God for Air-Conditioning. It's the only thing keeping me sane at this point. That, and Cut Copy's Ghost Colours, officially the album of the summer.
Kevin T.
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