For some reason, people like to get into "fishing story" contests about trivial things. Who walked the farther to school, who had the worst cold ever, and, at this time of year who lives in the hottest place.
But this time, I think I've got everybody beat.
I stepped outside at work on Friday, only to discover that it was 115° and raining ash. Yes, a fine white dusting of ash was falling from the sky and swirling around in the breeze as a result of the fires burning just down the road in Arizona. So if you want to try to top that one . . .
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St. George is hot. But have you ever been to Yuma in July? People in Yuma go to St. George to cool off. And they don't even have a Nielson's Frozen Custard shop in Yuma! Now that's just wrong!
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