I suppose, unless you live here, coming to the South from other parts in July can be a shock to the system.

It’s just something we don’t think about. It’s our normal.

But I’ll take it over cold weather. It was July 1996 in Atlanta, Ga. The Olympics were in full swing, and my cousins had tickets to the equestrian events. They invited me to go. So very early in the morning, we went to the Amtrak station in Clemson, and I took the train to Atlanta. My cousin Bill met me at the station and we drove through town to their house. Downtown Atlanta was deserted. I’d never seen it like that before. We were in one of the only

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