When I was somewhere lost in the land of Tween…or maybe it was Teen…I used to always say that it was “Africa Hot.” As an adult, I can see all of the political incorrectness in saying something is Africa Hot..BUT…for anyone who has been in Africa…it IS hot. So, politically correct or not…sometimes when the sun is roasting down on my bright white shoulders, it feels like I’m melting in the desert suns of Africa.
And then I was out.
And talking to some random dude.
And he said it was Africa Hot.
When I told him, “Hey! Africa hot is MY thing!” he got a bit defensive, and said that as he was older, I had, indeed, taken “Africa Hot” from him.
Regardless of “Africa Hot” ownership, I knew our friendship would be forever.
How could it not be?
Clearly, two brilliant minds passing in the hot African nights.
OK – maybe it is a bad joke shared in the dry suburban heat.
Either way…it’s a tell tale sign of laughter.
And laughter, my friends, is what is important.