Oh, the very thought of the fastidious Barnas Collins, walking along that bumpy path from the Old House to Collinwood, attired in one those heavy woolen three-piece-suits of his and  also that "oppressive" Inverness coat in all of this heat! :-

Excuse me while I "cool-off" and watch John Wayne and the always-comely Capucine in "North to Alaska"!    

What the hell's Frid wearing? Is that a diaper?

You know they do sort of look like Kirk Douglas, Tony Curtis and Sir Laurence Olivier in "Spartacus," if you ask me.

You mean, like this?  

http://bobubas.topcities.com/big_lou__page_4.htm

(scroll to the bottom of the page!)

Oh, wow, what great "candid" photos of Roger, Barnabas and that other fellow on the beach!!!  Kudos to you, Buzz, for posting them!!!

Now, if we could only see similarly-attired photos of Mrs. Johnson, Ezra Braithwaite and Bathia Mapes, enjoying a day at the beach!  (Who knows, maybe all of  those "open-minded" and "entirely-liberated" individuals frequented the "clothing-optional" beach at Ship-Wreck Cove, to cool off on a sultry and steamy day like today?

Hey gang,

With the temperature predicted to reach 100 degrees (with a heat index in excess of 100 degrees, possibly, even nearing the 110 degree level) across much of the country today, where do you think Barnbas & company would go to "beat-the-heat" in that small fishing village on the rocky coast of Maine (especially, if Collinsport experienced a complete, "pain-in-the-caboose" power blackout)?

With absolutely no electrical power in the Old House, anyway, maybe Barnabas, Willie and Dr. Hoffman might some  find relief from the heat, down in one of those catacomb-like passageways under the 18th century house?  (Although, the secret room in the Collins Family Mausoleum might be cooler than those musty and cobweb-strewn Old House catacombs?)

Then again, maybe Mrs. Stoddard, Roger, Carolyn, David and Vicky might trek-over to Widow's Hill in their Land-Rover, to hopefully catch some cooling and refreshing sea breezes, as a way of escaping the decidely un-Maine-like sirocco winds, assaulting Hancock County, Maine?  (And, wouldn't Mrs. Johnson and her son, Harry, be absolutely "thrilled," to have to schlepp all of those heavily ice-laden coolers of soft drinks, wine and water for their employers'/betters' enjoyment up there on that notoious peak?) 

If all else failed, I suppose that everyone could don their skimpiest of bathing suits, and head on over to the Blue Whale to sip on voluminous bottles of Heineken, Corona Beer and Budweiser, kept cool by the ever-enterprising Bob Rooney, by submersing the brewskies in lobster traps, just off of the dock in Collinsport Bay, immediately outside of the bar.  Can you picture Prof. Stokes wearing a European-style "speedo" while imbibing a St. Pauli Girl or Donna Friedlander, nursing a Bass Ale, and catching some rays on the Blue Whale dock, in her new thong bikini?  (Yeah, picture THAT! )

Stay cool today, everyone!

Bob the Bartender
PS Maybe today is one day, when it would pay to have P.T. Angelique's recurring "frigid" medical condition?             

"No, Maggie, if you really want Doc Woodard's opinion, I don't think that Barnabas Collins is too old for you!"

A perplexed Roxanne:

"Barnabas, you said that these were all Julia's possessions in this suitcase.  Then, why are there copies of both The Playboy Advisor and Eric 'Ponch' Estrada's Guide to Picking-Up Beautiful Women in here?" :-

If that was true, Strasberg should have been committed and they should have thrown away the key! 

Gee, I don't know, but the enigmatic Claude North always impressed me as being one of those method actors.