
June 26, 1990
This week marked the 18th anniversary of the day I spent 10 hours working with my dad outside on the hottest day in AZ history.
We knew that it was obscenely hot (you couldn't touch metal objects without getting burned), but it wasn't until later that night that we heard the news about just how hot it was -- 122 degrees. Insanely hot. Uninhabitably hot. Satan's fireplace hot.
If my memory serves me correctly, as we were pulling in to our street at the end of the day, I saw Randy out for an afternoon run.