Is it me getting less patient with uncomfortable weather or have we had an unusually long run of hot and/or swampy days in the valley? A news feature on TV this week reported on bats being hyper-active because of the extended stretch of hot days. I had a deja vu experience one morning this week when the general atmosphere took me back to a summer day as a kid in Dracut roaming the fields and woods at the far end of Hildreth Street. The air felt the same and tripped some kind of memory node. Maybe because I was outside so much in the summer as a kid my recollection of the summers as really hot is so vivid. Air conditioning was not a reference point. The town was still countrified in those days, which probably explains why I recall so many more cicadas in those days. We called that insect “the heat bug.” All of a sudden the air would be split by a long electric buzz. I’ve heard the sound a few times in our tree-filled back yard. But, about the weather, when did Lowell become Louisiana?