It’s 3 pm in Houston on a late summer day. Late summer in Houston means October. I am standing on a shadeless sidewalk near the spot where the yellow school bus usually drops off my kids. The ambient air temperature is approaching 100 degrees Fahrenheit. For those of the dear readers who live in Europe and use the Celsius scale, 100 F in American temperature means hot, very, very hot. I look down at my toes and wonder if the cheap polyurethane coating on my Chinese-made Nikes would finally show its true colors and melt. The bus arrives and interrupts [...]