A little hot you say? Now, you know how it feels.

Heatwave blankets much of the U.S., Threatens Grids, reads the headline of a CBS News.com story.

Never let it be said that I lack empathy. But one has to stifle a chuckle — the kind of when you whisper a funny about the deceased during a funeral — when you see the rest of the U.S. is hotter than Hell. After all, it is the snow-mobile-ridin,’ ice-fishing, 50-below-swimmin’ Polar Bear Club-types who flick off a comment when they hear of Dallas being paralyzed during a snow or ice storm. Or they hear of schools shutting down.

“That ain’t nothing,” says Thor of the Frozen North.

Well, 102 or 103 in New York or Philly is hot. And 91 in Montreal, something’s out of whack, eh?

The fact is we, speaking of the people down in these parts (Southeast Texas) live with such temperatures pretty often. Oh, it doesn’t go over 100 degrees here every day. Some summers it doesn’t even get to 100. But others do. And the humidity. It’s killer, dude. It gets so humid that there are times when you either don’t depend on one shower or bath to last you during the day, or you just say “the hell with it.”

There are old and old and poor folks up in the Northeast that have a hard time dealing with the heat. I hope they get fans and access to some places to cool down. For those who mouth about how their cold winters “ain’t nothing,” well, you are right. That’s why, at least I, live where I do.