After this whining post, the Good Lord sought fit to break the long summer of humidity. I had a great day out on Friday, and got some fine groups in load testing. Wonderful weather here in the South all weekend. Bright bluse skies, no haze, mid-to-upper 70s, and upper 50s at night. Loooow humidity. Who could ask for more.
I do feel for y'all who have to work in rough conditions in this heat.
When an engineering intern in college, I was sent out to inspect a built-up roof on a warehouse at the Ports. Hot asphalt. I climbed the ladder, and surveyed the steaming roof and men hard at work. I told the foreman who I was, and he nodded and eyed me. A couple of minutes later, he said, "Young man, get down that ladder now." I argued, "No, I have to inspect the work." He replied, "I said, get down that ladder NOW." About that time I started feeling dizzy and headed for the ladder. When I got to the ground the foreman was right behind me. He led me over to the water cooler, and had me drink three glasses. I asked, "How did you know I was not doing well before I did?" He said, "I've done this all my life. I can read the signs. You were turning pale grey, and I didn't want to have to pick you up and carry you down that ladder. It's much easier when you can move on your own." I realized I was nowhere near the man that those workers were. Day after day, working in that heat. I have great respect for men who work with their hands in tough conditions.
God Bless, Marc