t was mid-July and “scorcher” was the word most reasonable people were applying to North Florida’s overheated meteorology. Afternoon temps in the open were routinely pushing 100 degrees and it was almost as toasty in the shade. At my marina, the guys in the yard were laying low at the behest of management. “We’re tellin’ everybody to stay out of the sun as much as possible,” the dockmaster had explained
Hot Prospect
Oct 25, 2022
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