Facing the Spectrum
It may have started with my neighbors, or maybe it was the arrival of my friends, or maybe just my walking with the dog. Or maybe it was the heat. Even my 85-year old friend, who's stubborn as a mule (clings to her landline no matter how poor the service), succumbed to having air conditioning installed in her home (she is now quite happy, as she often reminds me through a static-filled call). But where was I? (as she would often ask during our conversations) Oh yes, the heat. Our second week of 100+ degree temps is breaking records, even if we do sit in the bowl of a desert. While southern cities such as Las Vegas and St. George zoom past the 110- or 115-degree mark, we here in Salt Lake City are used to the 90s in summer. But the 100s? Phew, those Southern naps and iced teas are looking mighty inviting. And so it was that we had our neighbors over, neighbors whom we've known for nearly forever and with whom we still enjoy monthly gatherings. But that said, who