Temperatures will be on a dramatic roller coaster ride across the northeastern United States through early week as record-challenging warmth battles cooler autumn air.
An upward then downward swing in high temperatures of 15-20 degrees Fahrenheit will mean residents should not put their fall jackets or long-sleeved shirts too far into their closets.
Warmth surging back into the Northeast will send temperatures soaring from Friday’s highs that were mostly in the 60s to highs in the 70s and lower 80s on Sunday.
A moderate rise in humidity will accompany the warmth, further making the day feel like the calendar has flipped back to summer.
Washington, D.C., Harrisburg, Pennsylvania; New York City and Binghamton, New York; and Burlington, Vermont, are among the communities that will see record highs challenged on Sunday.
In fact, early-morning low temperatures on Sunday were within a few degrees of the day’s typical highs.
I’ve paid my 2017 Summer dues. Summer is over and it’s now Fall. I have no time in my life for Summer’s oppressive heat in the middle of October. I live in Maryland. The middle of October is for watching the leaves change and drinking apple cider. It’s not for combating heat stroke and drinking Gatorade.
Why do I live somewhere that gets so unbearably hot? I’ve lived here in Maryland for 22 years. Summers in western Maryland are sweltering. It’ a point of fact I’m more than acutely aware of, yet I choose to live here.
I don’t get it. I don’t like being hot. If I had to make a choice between extreme hot or extreme cold, I’d gladly take the extreme cold. With that said, I’ve lived most of my life in places that got ridiculously hot.
I grew up in the California Mojave desert. It routinely got over 100 in the summer. Later, when I joined the Air Force, I spent a year in Biloxi, Mississippi for training. In the 1988 movie Biloxi Blues, Matthew Broderick’s character accurately described Biloxi as being “Africa hot.”
I’ve never been to Africa, but I’ve experienced a summer in Biloxi. I don’t recommend it.
I followed up my stay in Mississippi with three years in the Philippines.
There were two seasons in the Philippines, the wet season and the dry season. Both were sweltering. One just had a lot more rain than the other.
I then spent another two years on the island of Guam. The weather was a lot like the Phillippines, hot and muggy. One of the officers in my squadron died from heat stroke while jogging.
After Guam, I spent four years in upstate New York. Although it got extremely cold in the winter, the summers were brutal.
I then got out of the Air Force and moved to Maryland for a job. I’ve been here ever since. Unlike the other hot places I’ve lived, I chose to live here in Maryland, where the summers are Satan’s armpit hot.
I wish I lived somewhere that remained cool year round. I’d love to live somewhere where the temperature didn’t get higher than 70 degrees Fahrenheit. Does such a place even exist?
Sheri and I bought a new car a few weeks ago, a 2016 Ford Fusion, and the license plates arrived in the mail a few days ago.
I hate it.
I love how this car looks. The idea of placing these terrible looking license plates on it pains me.
I don’t even understand these plates. They wereevidently created to commemorate the 200-year anniversary of the War of 1812. According to my calculations, that was four years ago.
Why am I receiving these plates four years after the fact? Getting these plates now is like getting a graduation card four years after you graduate. Then again, at least said card would probably have a few bucks in it. The opposite is true with these plates. We had to pay for them.
I could care less about the War of 1812. As far as wars go, it’s one of my least favorite. The British were the bad guys. I love England and British culture. I would rather not dwell on such a dark stain in our history when Americans and the British were killing each other.
It was 204 years ago. It is time to move on.
The Star Spangled Banner is one of the worst songs ever written. The high-pitched notes and the ridiculously complicated lyrics make it one of the hardest songs to sing. Ordinary people cannot even sing it. What kind of national anthem is it when most citizens of that nation are incapable of singing it without their voice cracking?
As bad as the short version of the song is, the extended “deep cut” version is even worse. The full version even includes a bit about slavery:
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave
That section of the song was a warning to lowly paid day labors and slaves tempted to take up arms and fight on the side of the British.
The song was written by Francis Scott Key, a slave owner and a co-founder of the American Colonization Society, an organization aimed at sending all non-slave black people to Africa. He is treated as kind of a Big Deal here because he was from western Maryland. That fact that Francis Scott Key lived here in western Maryland should not be a focus of pride. He wrote a bad song and wanted to send black people to Africa. Excuse me if I do not celebrate his existence.
This license plate just looks bad. The artwork looks amateurish. The fonts are ugly. It should not be the default plate for vehicles registered in Maryland.
Sheri and I received the remainder of our security deposit on Friday from Washco Management Corp, the company that owns and operates Springfield Farms Apartments. Maryland law requires landlords to return a security deposit no later than 45 days from the move out date. It took Washco Management Corp 43 days to return our money, two whole days before they legally had to.
They didn’t even return all of our money. They illegally withheld $212.50. They sent us a check for the remainder of our security deposit with the following breakdown of expenses:
General Cleaning: $168
General Maintenance Labor: $27
Maintenance Supplies: $24
It’s absolutely absurd that they would charge us $168 for cleaning. We left the apartment in immaculate shape. We paid to have the carpets professionally cleaned. I was actually proud of how clean we left the apartment.
I have no idea what the $6.50 rent is all about. It would be nice if they explained what it was for. Legally, they are required to.
We did everything right, Washco Management Corp did everything wrong. When we gave notice that we were leaving at the end of our lease, we sent a letter by certified mail informing them. We also requested a walk-through inspection within 5 days of leaving and we requested to be informed by certified mail of the date and time of the walk-through inspection. This was our right under Maryland law.
The law is totally on our side on this. It’s not even debatable. The problem is, how do we enforce the law, call a cop? No, the only way to get the rest of our money back is to take Washco Management Corp to small claims court. The problem is, I’m not sure it would be worth going to court over this. I’ve never sued anyone in my life and I’m not so sure I want to start by suing someone for only $212. Is it worth taking time off from work and going to court over $212? I don’t think it is and I’m sure that’s why Washco Management Corp chose that amount to withhold.
The good thing about all this is that I will never have to go through it again. Sheri and I are now official homeowners. I have Washco Management Corp to thank for making me want to buy a home. It was the wood floor fiasco that made me realize owning our own home had real advantages.
If you live in central Maryland and you are thinking of renting an apartment owned and operated by Washco Management Corp, do yourself a real favor and don’t. We were good tenants. We paid our rent in full and on time each and every month and they thanked us by ripping us off for $212.50. Don’t let them rip you off too. When looking for an apartment in central Maryland, make sure it’s not owned and operated by Washco Management Corp. If you are looking for an apartment in Williamsport, Maryland, don’t even think about Springfield Farms Apartments.