walking to work in sneakers, jeans, dungaree jacket in february at -35 with a 20mph wind. It was brisk to say the least as in my dick felt like it was going to fall off if it got any colder and that metal fly felt like wire that was cold enough to almost stick to skin. Now on around summer of 1990 it was over a 100F for 3 weeks never below 90 even at night. Well I had no tv not radio no clue. Living on a 3rd floor attic room in a rooming house "I drank a lot more than I wish I did". I found out on the first day of 100F, I worked 2nd shift till 11pm then walked home where my cooler and 12 pack in it were waiting. Drunk in short time then to bed. Got wokened by loud machinery noise. Looked out to the main road to see and asphalt grinder removing the road 50 ft away, like a jet aircraft with louder bangs at that distance. I did not sleep maybe 125F or higher in room no fan and 2 small windows facing the road and heat and machinery, she's to cheap to pay for our luxeries, but I did drink my ass off all day before work, my supervisor drank vodka at work, good friend so I was cool to run the machines feeling good. Just to get it summerized maybe 130F during the hell. Then the weekend hit. So I was hot for 3 days getting 2 hrs sleep in that 75hr stretch and drinking and toking a lot more than normal since daytime was sleeptime but no sleep must be time to drink drink drink. It was an interesting time back then that is for sure.