A horrid heatwave has scorched the Eastern Seaboard for the past four days.
New York thermometers have read in the upper 90s.
This evening I descended into the subway.
The temperature rose 10 degrees Fahrenheit on each level.
The train platform had to be in the 100s.
I hurried into the air-conditioned train.
A cool 75.
respite from the madness of Hellah Swelter, however the weatherists have predicted a repeat for tomorrow.
But not as hot as LA.
Q: How hot is it in Southern California? A:
So hot every fat guy sweating in the city smells like Bacon!