In corn country, where I grew up, we’d be walking with my dad’s stepfather. He’d say “Wonder if that will burn.” We’d laugh and say, “Yea, all the way to the Wabash.”
It was so hot and dry, the drought-stricken dog days of summer. But us kids didn’t know anything on the ground let alone the upper atmosphere. But we thought it was good; the beautiful greenery of springtime, and the birds were happy.
Now they say it’s not. Seems no matter what, even the economy, there is always an equal and opposite reaction.