Living in Michigan often means enduring winter for five months (six if you're in the U.P.). So a few glorious, sweltering August days makes it all seem worth it.
The sun's lackadaisical return means hitting the road or the beach and (vainly) attempting to forget the polar vortex.
Unfortunately in Michigan, our primary elections hit during these August doldrums. It's been theorized that's why so few people vote in them.
That's too bad – and it's not just because you make the good government gods cry with every unused ballot.