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The silence of a sizzling summer

Stepping from my car last evening the silence was so wide-spread it caught my attention. There were none of the usual sounds of children playing, lawns being mowed or even cars passing on a usually busy street nearby.

No doubt the extreme heat had many inside who normally would have been outside.

And there were no birds singing and no Mississippi kites or chimney swifts crossing the sky overhead.

Driving home at 4:30 p.m. I noticed far fewer people on the streets of Wichita and the highways heading to Newton.

Next to a bad blizzard probably nothing shuts central Kansas down more than oppressive heat.

Right now those pleasant months between the last of a red-hot summer and the winter’s first blizzard sound so appealing.