BEAT THE HEAT: When the mercury hits 75 and keeps climbing, Santa Barbarans tend to escape town or bury themselves in escape reading.
Okay, so what if we wouldn’t make it in Bakersfield (with the accent on “bake”) or Scottsdale or any other place where, as Noel Coward sang, only “mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun”?
We like our climate moderate, as well as our politics. So as we nervously await the fall’s onslaught of unpresidential cross fire (the real nastiness is yet to come, I fear), we can sit back and relish the remaining weeks of shady page-turning.