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August 1, 2012
Fall had brought another heat wave to the cityís residents and while developers and local boosters pitched the balmy weather to frostbitten Canadians, most of us cowered in the scant shade offered by slender sticks of imported palms and scaly eucalyptus. Tentacles of Bermuda cooked to a golden brown encircled the remains of a desiccated June bug. Cyrus and I watched a steady stream of dusty ants carry away unknown treasures from within the insectís carcass. He kept his cigarette low, smoldering between us, fearful the cop parked across the field might decide to enforce the smoking ban.