Going back to my youthful days, I remember loving the freedom that shedding jackets afforded in the spring so that we could play baseball unencumbered. When the heat of June, July and August arrived, it was even better. Riding shirtless on my bike to the Green Brook swim club and feeling the alternately warm, hot or cool air was tantamount to a middle-aged dude on a new Harley. Later, as an adolescent, I passionately embraced every drop of sweat that the summer sun extracted