Noted - beer makes old men drowsy.

This week's weather is lined up to be a doozey- hot, humid, and very August-like. This month looks ready to make up lost ground after a cooler than usual July.

Any straphanger will tell you that standing on a subway platform in this kind of heat is borderline insane. Sure, the six train is ice cold when it pulls up - it should be for $2.25 a ride. So instead of waiting in the underground sweat box for an indeterminable amount of time, I decided to take the bus home. Same great A/C available, but the weather above ground was marginally better. And by marginally, I mean I'm still sweating.

This older gent' must have been waiting at the stop for some time, because he was passed out cold on the bench. He was thankful I woke him when the bus promptly finally arrived.