The temperature hit 107 in Portland a few weeks ago and there was only one thing for me and my roommates to do: put the air conditioner in the living room window, block the doorways with blankets, and wear as little clothing as possible.
As the heat wave persisted and the hours spent in our homespun fortress mounted, minds began to melt alongside ice cubes, sense and custom evaporated, and we soon found ourselves echoing the hum and frenzy of those perpetual residents, the ladies of Grey Gardens.
Thankfully, the temperate Oregon summer returned, as did our clothes and sanity.
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amber alert!
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