Hot, hot, hot

The most humid place I remember is Florida. In 1965, right after high school, I moved to Vero Beach, FL from New Hampshire. My parents had temporarily rented an apartment in what used to be old military barracks while they waited to buy a house. We had three bedrooms, one for them, one for my two brothers, and one for me. Even room air conditioning was a luxury in most homes and we were barely middle-class. I remember laying in bed, not moving a muscle, with the sweat dripping off me.

Fast forward many years to my professional life when I traveled as a computer consultant. I was living in Rochester, NY but my work encompassed the entire US. One assignment took me southern Florida. I can still remember the morning when I took a nice shower, got dressed in my suit along with a half-slip, camisole, and pantyhose. Fixed my hair, put on my makeup, then walked outside. I was immediately dripping in sweat, my makeup started to run, and my hair wilted. So much for feeling professional.

My last memories were of motorcycle travel. My husband and I rode our motorcycles from our home in Tennessee to New Orleans. Due to the humidity, we were unable to use our cooling vests to help (unlike the midwest and southwest where they helped tremendously). We had to stop several times for me to cool down, most times going inside some place that had air conditioning. I much prefer my home state of Tennessee where we live up on a plateau and the humidity is rarely uncomfortable!