It’s cooler down in the subways than it is above ground. My housemate says New York has one nice week of spring and one nice week of fall. I’m pretty sure that one nice week has passed since it’s now scorching outside (truth: it’s only 80 degrees, but still). So for the second time, I’m steeling myself for another summer in the city and mentally willing myself not to break down and buy an air conditioner. We’ll see.