June 1 dawned humid and hot. The forecast: a high of 84 degrees and possible late-day thunderstorms west of town. But forecasts—for the temperature or for a busy day of work and play—aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
Come summer, a line is drawn between guys who doff their tops and those dressed in jacket, tie, and sneer.
It may be something in the sunscreen, but funny things happen during summer: dehydration, Lyme disease, brief romantic flings. Collected writings of love lost and won (but mostly lost).
Not stuck in the back of a station wagon, but stuck in a doldrums with cheap hot dogs, hidden popsicles, and a soulmate lost. Kevin Fanning brings the words, Reuben Stanton brings the pictures.
After a weekend of heavy research, our summer expert gives us his survey of music for surviving the heat, and your drunk friends.
You don’t have a house in the Hamptons, you don’t have a pool; hell, you don’t even have central air conditioning. Face it: The only thing that will save you this summer is a miracle, or a superhero.