In 1966, I was a freshman at St. Ignatius on Stanyan Street. The school year began the final week of August and just after Labor Day, there was the usual heat wave that always seemed to accompany the beginning and end of each school year. We sweltered for a week--in the classroom, outside at lunch, on MUNI twice a day, and even at home. One morning, in a classroom facing west, someone spotted the first wisps of fog coming into Lincoln Park and the Legion of Honor, some 40+ blocks to the west. The entire class saw it & let out a huge cheer. Within 15 minutes, we were back to normal, with everyone breathing a sigh of relief.