The heat is on

Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Since I've received lots of emails already, I'll point out (even though obvious from previous posts) that I wasn't in London yesterday. And as far as I know, my friends there are safe. I received a typical email from one of them today: "Not good here today, but am going out tonight to drink and show we don’t care. They can bomb us, they can shoot us, but they can’t beat us. Am getting the tube in to town, they aren’t messing with my city!"

I almost forgot how hot it is in Louisiana. I break out in a sweat just walking to my car. Luckily I'm off to cool Atlanta this weekend to visit Emily and Bob. Lizzie and Mom are already on the way.

Here is an interesting blog from an LBJ School graduate that is travelling around the US to see all of the presidents' houses and libraries.