Hold on to your wigs, folks!
The prevailing winds blowing in off the desert right now are enough to un-hinge - and send flying - the most tightly-weaved toupee!
One huge gust swept in out of nowhere and knocked me back a foot or two on the busy Vegas strip.
In the words of Popeye?
"Well, blow me down."
So, batten down the hatches, eh?
Fortunately, the temperatures are still soaring, so the winds are not icy blasts.
The sensation is not disimilar to a blast of searing heat wafting out of a kitchen over-door.
I expect by tomorrow, the unexpected blast - which appeared out of thin air - will have swept away all the smog.
Blue skies!
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