Warm, bright, dry Saturday in D.C. seemed almost matchless

Friday may have seemed to be an incomparable summer day in Washington, but Saturday seemed to be its atmospheric equal, and the two days seemed remarkably and enjoyably alike in every category that makes for summertime ease, pleasure and comfort.

It is always tempting to rhapsodize about a day like Friday, to recognize its rarity in a place like the District, in a month such as August, by giving voice to such extravagant claims as “they don’t make them like that any more.”