I couldn't seem to put on enough clothes to stay warm last week, but I've always been able to find shade in August. And even when the asphalt is melting, it seems preferable to the thick coating of slick ice we had to deal with on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Memory is a tricky thing.
I'm pretty sure last August was miserable. It just doesn't look that way now. Since nothing awful happened to me last week to etch the ice storm into my mind permanently, it will fade away pretty quickly, and I probably won't even remember it when August catches fire in 2001. I marvel at old-timers who can recall all the Great Storms they've lived through. In fact, in my nearly 18 years of living in Wichita Falls, I can think of only one Great winter storm, and it ranks at the top of the list only because it had such a direct impact on me and my family and because of the irony of its timing.