Unless the new GM sells a lot more SUV’s in West Michigan this week, we will set the record for the coldest July ever (or at least since 1870, when we started keeping track of such things). I’m not sure what this means, but I do know three things:
1. I haven’t been to the beautiful West Michigan beaches yet this summer (this weekend the water temperature was in the 60’s, same as the air).
2. It’s difficult to convince the average person on the street around here that global warming is an impending threat. Good thing the problem has been renamed “climate change,” because then we’ve got a problem whichever direction the temperature goes.
3. If the polar bears need somewhere to live, I may have just the place.