- Tom BrezsnyHorse Latitudes
It’s that time again. The Dog Days of Summer. Or as some call them: the horse latitudes. That’s an old sailing term for the doldrums, a place where the wind dies down and the sails go slack. And even though I start off each year, knowing we’ll eventually arrive at this point, it’s always a surprise when we actually get here. As ready as I think I am, I’m never really ready to ratchet down from the torrid pace of the previous few months. For...