When I stepped out of the air conditioned movie theater, a warm August breeze attacked me. It reminded me of a time, 49 years ago, when my parents and I were on vacation in Myrtle Beach. We dined quite late in the evening at a restaurant that was heavily, air-conditioned, causing me to shiver. When we left the restaurant, we were greeted by blasts of very warm sea air. I don’t know why, but that memory always accompanies a blast of warm summer air several times each season.

I had hoped for renewed energy throughout the afternoon, but it never surfaced. At 5:25 PM, I boarded bus No  17 for downtown where I dined at my favorite Chinese buffet. Although the food was quite good, it did not satisfy me. I hopped aboard bus No. 12 to ride a few blocks to Neon movie theater where I was prepared to enjoy Helen Mirren in the movie, GOLDA. 

I don’t know why I found it interesting but horribly dry and uninteresting. The Yom Kippur War is not an entertaining vehicle but the movie just did not reach me as I had anticipated for the past several weeks. Ms. Mirren is undoubtedly incredible. I am chalking it up to my exhausted attitude as I hope others might find it riveting. 

I barely remember this Mideastern episode; however, my attention was focused on Watergate at age nine. I barely recall knowing about Golda Meir when this occurred in 1973. When the Camp David peace talks were negotiated by President Carter in 1978, I do remember reading about the former prime minister at the Elwood Public Library. 

The bus stop is fairly busy, and the constant breeze comforting. Several young folks are engaged in animated conversation while the gentleman on the seat across from me insists on playing his Gangsta Rap louder than I can appreciate.  Hopefully, an RTA attendant will move through to remind him devices must be used with appropriate heating equipment. 

Thirteen minutes and the southbound No. 17 will arrive. The pooches will be happy to see me and we might enjoy some deck time together.