“By July, a damp Southern heat had settled down on the town like warm sweet syrup.” ― Marti Healy Lawd, it is July early, just a few days past the Fourth, and it is already hotter than new asphalt laid down in August. It’s a still heat…nay it is stagnant. It hangs like a heavy … Continue reading “Lawd Have Mercy…I’m Gonna Melt”