One Good Thing

I woke up this morning sweating like a damn dog in heat in the middle of August. It gets unbearable in southern Indiana in the summer. It's the river that does it. All that humidity rising up and suffocating you. You'd think William Faulkner done wrote the weather forecast for all the swelter we get - but sadly, not a sexy Marlon Brando or Paul Newman on the scene. Sigh. Anyway, I was sticky and gross, so I stepped into the shower. And folks, there is nothing better than a cool shower in swel...