I try not to miss a chance at telling yankees how friggin' hot it is. When they say how nice it is down here, I ask if they've been here through July, August, September and part of October. I also tell them how bad it is to fret through all those months watching the weather channel wondering if a hurricane is going to wipe away everything you've worked for all your life. And the bugs! And snakes! And alligators! And rednecks! Why would anyone want to live here?