40 years ago in Columbia
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To me it was always hot in Columbia during May through mid October regardless of the temperature. It has been 30 years since I lived in Southeast and if I went back today that heat and humidity would kill me.
I should remember that but I don`t. Maybe show that to the climate crazies. Proof that it`s always been hot at times. I know, the globe is gradually warming but it `s so slow that I`m not worried about it. It is not a crisis. Somewhere around there Al Gore said we would all probably be dead by now due the climate, didn`t he?
I live in Maryland now and it gets decently warm and humid here. But I like to think that living in South Carolina helped me build up a decent immunity to it.
That year's summer heat does not stand out to me. August 1967 stands out. I was just entering high school and went out for the football team. At my age, it had to be the JV team. But the varsity and JV boys practiced together. There were 120 of us together. The Head Coach was a former marine. There were 2 per day practices for 3 hours each. After each practice, we ran wind sprints. We must have had to run 50 wind sprints. It sure seemed like it. The heat was brutal. I remember the temperature going into the 100s. Many players quit. As we were getting low in numbers, I remember the Head Coach after one practice telling us not to quit on him. In the end, out of the 120, only 40 of us stuck it out. There was a movie that came out that summer, "The Dirty Dozen". Because there were so few in numbers, the guys on the varsity called themselves "the dirty dozen".
I recall going through a tough stretch in my adult life. One of my teammates, a couple of years older than me and on the varsity, saw my brother who told him what I was going through. He told my brother to tell me to remember August of 1967. If we survived the brutal heat of that period, we could survive just about anything else in life. That's true because I lean on that time in my life to keep me motivated. I will remember the brutal heat of August of 1967 to the end of my days on this earth.
I recall going through a tough stretch in my adult life. One of my teammates, a couple of years older than me and on the varsity, saw my brother who told him what I was going through. He told my brother to tell me to remember August of 1967. If we survived the brutal heat of that period, we could survive just about anything else in life. That's true because I lean on that time in my life to keep me motivated. I will remember the brutal heat of August of 1967 to the end of my days on this earth.