August? Feels More Like October
A lot of people make jokes about Canada, and I must confess that I am among them. But in all partial seriousness, there are three things I love about our northern neighbors:

1) Molson Ale.
2) Moosehead beer.
3) Their air masses.

Summers in DC can be downright brutally hot and humid. And while the season as a whole thus far has not been as bad as some in the past, it still has been no picnic.

However, Thursday night one of those masses of cold Canadian air snuck in here and cooled things off to near record low levels. Indeed, yesterday morning's low at Reagan National tied the record at 58 degrees Fahrenheit (That's, um, like minus 57 in Celsius, I think). But even that is somewhat deceptive since that airport sits right along the Potomac River. That often tends to moderate the temperature readings somewhat (yet it's the official National Weather Service recording station for DC). In contrast, Dulles--which is some 30 miles away--hit 52. That's unheard of in August, and is a welcome relief for everyone's armpits.

Even the daytime highs on Friday and yesterday were in the low 70's. Quite frankly, there are times in August around here we feel fortunate to get into the low '70's at night.

Alas, the party is just about over. Today is supposed to be about 83, and we'll be hitting 90 again by Tuesday.

But for now I'll savor our good fortune of the last two days by toasting Mother Nature with a cold bottle of Bud.

What, are you nuts? I can't afford Moosehead or Molson!