Washington, D.C. was recently described as “a marble-encased griddle” in the summer months, according to a blogger my Engineer follows.
The thing is, it’s not the heat, as the old saw goes. Arizona is a griddle. Nevada is a griddle.
Washington is an industrial steamer. In the words of the longtime columnist Henry Allen, breathing its summer air is like giving artificial respiration to an old bathing suit, like trying to suck-start the outside exhaust vent on a Chinese restaurant.
The Washington Post’s “Capital Weather Gang” rose to the occasion earlier today with the best goddam humidity/dew-point rating scale I have ever seen in my born days.
Click here for a link to their entire post.