That's actually fun, not "cruel." Maybe T.S. Eliot was just being fey.

August is cruel. Schoolkids feel school breathing down their necks. Sports stink--baseball's already gone far too long, pre-season football is a joke. You have to wait until fall for the good movies (summer having been "blockbuster" time)...the pool scene has lost its luster. Work doldrums aren't as bad as a February winter, but they're close. Many places want to have their summer festivals in August--nothing like being surrounded by sticky human animals on scorching pavement and listening to a third-tier band from 1978 (with the bassist the only remaining original member).

Yep. August sucks.

I would rather be too hot than too cold any day! I really enjoy hearing the "locusts'" song--it takes me back to a simpler time when I didn't even know what air conditioning was. All summer is culminates in my favorite season, though. Autumn--

don Carona