Soaking Up the Indoors
Look at all the empty tables in a normally busy Westshore area. Right about this time of year temperatures get down right steamy and I notice few people outside until the sunset. When I see a convertible with the top down in the sunlight I'm sure they must be from Canada. As I head inside to the cool dark bar I move along to the back, away from the sunlight and order a chilled glass of white wine from the list.
