I'm not talking about the start of NBA training camp, though from ESPN one might deduce that the Miami Heat is the only team playing games this season...No, I'm talking about the insane heat wave that hit LA earlier this week, culminating in an all-time high Los Angeles temp of 113 degrees. I stepped outside and felt like I was in a furnace. That evening, no doubt due to the abusing of AC units, the power on my street went out. So, Art and I were very warm for the next 20 hours until I could use my fans again. I slept with a cold, wet towel on top of me. Temps appear back to normal, and now that the DPW replaced two ancient transformers on the block, hopefully the power supply will be healthy.
