It's that time of the year again, summer in the city. If you're a frequent reader of this blog, you'll know my feelings on the topic. Oppressive humidity and heat and smells that could wake the dead make New York an extremely unpleasant place to be in the summer. I love the season when I can be at the beach. Otherwise, not so much. So with the temperatures starting to rise this week, I know I have some long months ahead of me that will most likely include multiple heatwaves.
New Yorkers in 1925 dealt with a heatwave the best way they could—they turned on the hoses or, if they were lucky, they went to the beach. I'm particularly moved by the poor polar bears in this footage. The ones at the Central Park Zoo always look so miserable in the summer. I feel your pain guys. I really do.
New Yorkers in 1925 dealt with a heatwave the best way they could—they turned on the hoses or, if they were lucky, they went to the beach. I'm particularly moved by the poor polar bears in this footage. The ones at the Central Park Zoo always look so miserable in the summer. I feel your pain guys. I really do.
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