My youngest son owned a bar/restaurant in downtown Seattle, and I went to visit for a week. It rained several times every day I was there. Everyone carried a light raincoat just in case. Mildew thrived all around his home. Four years later he bought 12 acres and a home 15 miles east of San Diego. What a contrast! It barely rains at all there. He'd never watered plants, shrubs, and other landscape items before. Lol. Coinbuf, it doesn't get 120 degrees here in N Texas, but the100's are humid as heck. Since I live close to DFW airport, it seems I'm the chosen one for family and friends to park their cars at my house, and I take them to the airport and pick them back up on arrival a few weeks later. In the summer, it's always the same statement from everyone when we walk outside of the terminal to the parking garage. "OMG!" Ninety two degrees in darkness at 230 am with not a whisp of breeze is unexpected and shocking, and we're all dripping wet when we finally get in the car. Boots and jeans at work and horsing, but shorts and sandals when I can. I love it though, anything below 40 degrees and my natural smile disappears. ---- I got carried away about weather, and forgot to mention that we have a book sharing shed in our small town, take one leave one, across the street from the public library of all places. I'm going to leave some numismatic books in it, and leave some penny, nickel and dime albums to the side of them. Thanks for the ideas.