Most appropos! I knew Wendy from the time she was 16 and already amazing, and I saw her first real gig at the old Ashgrove on Melrose in, IIRCC, 1968. I also remember those long, hot summer nights - when the Santa Anna winds blew, but the nights were not usually too warm for comfort, except when the odd Pacific hurricane ended up coming ashore in north west Mexico and the remnants came up along the Colorado River and made a right hook into the San Fernando Valley from the northeast.

The summer of '68 I was drawing unemployment for one of the few times in my life, as the private school at which I taught only paid us 10 months a year. I could actually live on $67/week, as my rent for an apartment five blocks from the beach in Santa Monica was only $67/month! So I had some time to enjoy those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.  

As the Dutch said while fighting the Spanish: "It is not necessary to have hope in order to persevere."

keep to the Fen Causeway

Long hot summer afternoon in Toulouse today, 37°.