One of my pet peeves is people being complete wimps about the heat.

These are the kinds of folks who believe they’ll melt or perhaps be turned into ash by Thanos if they spend five minutes outside.

My late grandfather JB Holley (“Pap,” as we called him) perhaps said it best when he heard some teenagers complaining about their summertime chores.“Nobody ever says it’s too hot at the beach, only when it’s time to cut the grass,” he quipped.