A Hot Day in Central Virginia

It gets really hot here in the summer.

So hot that going outside can feel like walking into a hot, wet, blanket.

I first experienced the oppressive glories of an East Coast summer when I came to DC in the summer of 1987 for Nazarene Youth Congress--a monster quadrennial Christian youth rally.

It was hot like a mother then too.

And its hot like a mother now while were waiting for Hurricane Hanna to slam into shore later today.

Good times.