Back when I was a boy, summers in the South were hot, sure—but they were respectable about it. The heat came on slow, like a gentleman tipping his hat, and gave you a chance to get your chores done before it got truly miserable. You’d break a sweat by noon, but nothing a tall glass of sweet tea and a…
Bubba "Don't Call Me Junior" McGrawJuly 11, 2025
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