Boston Heat Leaves Locals Sweaty but Unfazed

By ALEX BURNS and JARED NUSSBAUM JULY 20, 2015

On hot days in Boston, many students keep water bottles to stay hydrated.

BOSTON- Craig walks down the street, sweating profusely. His hands and overalls are caked with dried paint, and he scowls as he wipes his hand across his face. His weathered hand bring a cigarette to his lips, and he crosses the street. The only thing on his mind is a cold environment, something much different from the outdoor construction area that he is required to work in, even on such hot days.

It is a Tuesday in July, and the weather is close to 90 degrees. Craig is not the only one who has noticed the heat; nearly everyone on the sidewalk is either carrying a water bottle or daydreaming of air conditioning. Even the trees are drying up, the leaves crumple up as if they too are avoiding the sun.

“Well, I work, so I don’t do much,” said Craig, describing what he does to keep cool in the Boston heat. Then, with a laugh, “I sweat.”

“I sit in the AC. That’s it,” said Del, another citizen of Boston.

Neither man carries a water bottle, but this does not hold true to the many students on the Boston University campus. Almost everyone has water with them, or something which they could use to keep cool. But these temperatures are not breaking records by any means.

“I think it’s normal; typical of Boston this time of year,” said Del.

The behaviors of the others on the street support Del’s claim; while they all seem hot, nobody is unprepared. It is rare to encounter someone wearing pants or long sleeves, and those with sweatshirts carry them at their sides, not on their bodies.

However, if you feel you cannot handle this much heat, fear not.

“[Only] a couple weeks out of the year it gets in the nineties,” said Craig. Rest assure, despite all of your beliefs that the sweltering heat will never end, the torture will be over soon.

Boston has a history of attracting major heat waves for a relatively short period of time during the summer, and this summer is no exception.

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