With dusty flat plains and few trees for shade, the sun was an enemy in the sky. Most people stayed indoors or headed for air-conditioned malls. Surprisingly, nighttime brought no relief. The air was so still it felt as if we lived in a preheated oven. Then one day, the temperature dipped to 99.
Phones rang off the hook.
Ninety-nine didn't feel any different than 104 to me. What's more, our reprieve was short-lived. We bounced right back to 100 the next day. It was about then that I discovered the Texan love for Margaritas. They were served so cold that the first sip threatened to freeze the esophagus.