My mother, who has lived all of her 87 years in Texas, cannot understand how anyone can willingly choose to live in Wisconsin or anywhere that has such cold temperatures. I point out to her that we never have 30 consecutive days of temperatures over 100 [37.78 C], as happened when I lived in Dallas in 1980. If fading memory serves, we hit 113 [45 C] one day. That image is an actual forecast from the Dallas area in 2011 (I think) when they had already had 75 days with temperatures over 100.
When I visited my family in Perryton, way up in the Texas Panhandle, around 1990, I looked for a picture postcard of the town to send back to the community at Holy Hill. I was unable to find one. Instead I sent them a postcard that said on the front: "If you lead a good life, say yours prayers and go to church on Sunday, when you die, you'll go to Texas."
On the back I wrote,
In the week I have been here, it has gone up to 105 degrees [40.56 C] most days; lightning from the daily afternoon thunderstorms keeps starting fires in the wheatfield stubble that surrounds the town; and yesterday on our way back from somewhere, we had a combined dust storm/rain shower that produced a sort of mudstorm that covered the car and roads with muck. If this is heaven, I dread to think what the other place is going to be like.My learned readers might point out that in Dante's Inferno, Lucifer is is trapped waist-deep in ice in the frozen lake Cocytus in the deepest circle of Hell.
Discuss among yourselves.