The one thing I miss [NOT] about living in the Big City at this time of year is the drama of the electrical transformer explosions. We lived about a block from Central Square, Cambridge, and all the underground transformers were in Central Square. It was like clockwork- right around 3 pm on the very hottest days the power would go out, and about 3 seconds later you'd hear this reverberating 'BOOM' sound from the direction of the Square.
Sometimes the exploding transformers would be really dramatic, like the time the one in front of the copy shop I used exploded and shot the manhole cover about 50 feet in the air just as somebody was about to walk across it (he was ok, but apparently a bit startled...). Another time some manholes around the corner exploded and huge clouds of black smoke billowed out for about half an hour- we got the news choppers and everything!
And then the power would be out for the rest of the afternoon, and all the local convenience stores and the supermarket would hold fast 50%-off sales on all their frozen goods.
Out here in the country on days like this we just sit around watching the tobacco leaves dry.
I'd rather sit around and watch Audrey Tatou dry...