Cob Stories

The thermometer had been hovering between 100 to 105 all week. And worse, our nightly Delta breeze was nowhere to be found, meaning the overnight and morning lows were still over eighty degrees. July had been the hottest month on record according to my favorite tv weather hottie. It was a typical mid-week evening. I met friends for Happy Hour, came home to my condo, took off my suit and tie, and made a quick dinner. I mov...