I used to be good in the heat, living in the tropics and all. I burnt out, however, used up whatever heat-resistance essence I had within. Now, I luxuriate in AC, be it home, office or, more naturally occurring, right along the beach. Of course, I’m talking of times when I’m stuck in the summer muck- held from my beloved outback by a bubble of torrid air, pushing 125 degrees.

I recently did my annual fry-by in the Pines, pulling my temporarily air-conditioning-less truck down a sugar-sand Pine…