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Tuesday, August 3, 2010
You Don't Say
Yeah, today will be 98 degrees and the dew point is 80. More stifling humidity. We are talking about walking out of your hotel, taking two steps down the street, and feeling drops of perspiration rolling down your back already.
It's so hot the roads are buckling in places, and I can't even begin to describe what the French Quarter smells like.