This was the most brutal summer in memory, a summer in which it was often difficult to breath. The rest of the country wasn't a picnic, but it doesn't have to factor in the humidity. Payback time is coming soon when the temperature will plunge into the seventies while snow drifts pile up in the North. But, with the start of "season" comes the flow of Yankees who--like me twenty years ago came to Miami Beach to party until dawn and stay as blasted as possible. When you live here this is a mix of fun and apprehension; you just never know if you will get caught up in it when you usually turn in after Chelsea Lately.