When I was growing up, I liked to come up with stories about how things were named or to explain common phenomena such as thunder or rain. For most of my life, I have lived where August was full of 100° F (37.8°C) days. My grandparents’ house was not air-conditioned and I would lay on the floor in front of the fan or in the shade of one of the cherry trees waiting for a breeze. (reading a book of course.)
Q: So what does a kid say when they finally get a cool moment?
A: Awwww, a gust!
And that my friends, is the not very true way that August found its name.
