It's a good thing I didn't let the heat scare me into staying home. I wasn't expecting much action at the floating book shop, given the temperature. I brought along three psych books focusing on children, just in case Kofi, who works out of Coney Island Hospital, happened by. Sure enough, he did and bought them as he did a load two weeks ago. I then decided to give discounts to all who braved the heat to check out my wares. First up was a young woman who bought a couple of paperback mysteries. Then a young woman with a lovely islands' accent showed, and my spirits immediately buoyed. She is one of my favorite customers, as her taste is so eclectic. As usual, she selected variety in large bulk. Then Mikhail/Mr. Almost visited and found a Russian book to his liking. Finally, as I was packing up, a woman asked if I spoke Russian. She wound up taking two paperbacks, one a non-fiction account of KGB agents. Thanks, folks. Sometimes you just step in it. Dare I go out again tomorrow when it's supposed to go to 100? I'll sleep on it. I spent all the time in the shade of the apartment building, but it was still hot, as there was barely a breeze.
I believe Cole Porter is the greatest writer who ever lived. His lyrics are dazzling. Given the weather, I thought it'd be fun to post the words to Too Darn Hot, leaving out some of the repetition. My favorite rendition is the rockin' Ella Fitzgerald one on her Cole Porter Songbook collection. The song is from Kiss Me, Kate, which also features So in Love (favorite version by KD Lang) and Brush Up Your Shakespeare, an incredible comic tour de farce. Porter also wrote the music to his songs. He was too darn talented.
It's too darn hot! It's too darn hot!
I'd like to sup with my baby tonight,
Refill the cup with my baby tonight.
I'd like to sup with my baby tonight,
Refill the cup with my baby tonight,
But I ain't up to my baby tonight
'Cause it's too darn hot.
I'd like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
I'd like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
But brother you fight my baby tonight
'Cause it's too darn hot.
According to the Kinsey Report ev'ry average man you know
Much prefers his love-y dove-y to court when the temperature is low,
But when the thermometer goes 'way up and the weather is sizzling hot,
Mister pants for romance is not.
'Cause it's too, too, too darn hot!
According to the Kinsey Report ev'ry average man you know
Much prefers his lovey dovey to court when the temperature is low
But when the thermometer goes 'way up and the weather is sizzling hot,
Mr. Gob for his squab, a marine for his queen, a G.I. for his cutie-pie is not
'Cause it's too, too, too darn hot!
After I put all the crates into the car, I made my way to Ali Baba's gyro truck. He was in the shade of Monica's drug store. I apologized for making him go back inside. As I stood near the window, I could feel the heat pouring out. It was like a furnace. Thanks, Ali.
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