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Everyone was standing around the bus shelter this evening, hugging the shadows of trees and fences, but not inside what had become a glass-walled hothouse.

Fortunately, the wait was not too long, but even so passengers boarded the bus with a weary lethargy. It doesn't take much more than five minutes in this sort of heat to attain such a state. The bus was deliciously air-conditioned and people seemed to shake themselves awake as the cool air flowed over them.

Such is a St. Louis summer at its worst, and I am very happy to be writing this in a house with central air conditioning. I'm waiting for the steak & kidney pie plus trifle for dessert that my wife is cooking right now – my traditional birthday treat. I will not eat a better dish.

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