The Olympic Torch Must Still Be Burning

I returned last night from a business trip to Atlanta. I stayed in a lovely hotel next to Olympic Centennial Park. Aside from the heat, the trip was great! I got to sneak in a least a bite or two of authentic Southern food, including a dinner at Ms. Pitty Pat's Porch. (Look it up.)

The weirdest thing kept happening, though. Some guy in a red suit carrying a pitchfork was running up to everyone and asking, "what is your secret to keeping it so damn hot here?"

Yeah, so the heat stifles creativity. A little bit. But I'm back in the Big Apple. It doesn't feel much cooler.