I was at a fiddle contest once in Kansas, many years ago. It was really hot. One of the hosts was an old timer, who called himself Southeast. He told us that once he made his own banjo out of a toilet seat. He called it a comodeophone. But I digress. He remarked about the heat saying, “You think it’s hot today? Well t’other day it was so hot… I saw this dog, a-chasin’ this rabbit… and they was both a-walkin’.

(I came in second place)