August had five Saturdays this year - one too many. This last day of August was a sticky hot, in the high nineties, with giant thunderheads forming out east and the faint sound of thunder in the distance. The gardens at the Crossroad of the World on Sunset Boulevard were empty. Sensible people were hiding at home in dark rooms. Only the plants were serene. This was early afternoon, Saturday, August 31, 2013.