Aug. 31, 1992
Today is the last chance for a roasting bit of August heat, and the month is due to end cold with a 70 degree high. I never thought I’d wish for August’s sweaty days, but then I don’t remember having experienced an August as cold as the one this year. In the good old days when the Polk Progress was alive but financially sick, there were late summer mornings when the temperature on the thermostat was over 90 degrees when I unlocked the front door. This morning I turned up the thermostat to take the chill out of the shop. It showed 65 degrees.