Cool dog, Awg.
Yesterday, my hot dog Aw’gy and I were motating in my spiffy new Outback from Crown Point, IN through Kankakee – where, just two months ago, my then-EOS contracted an immediate flat – to B’ton/ Normal, IL. to visit my brother and his wife.
Hitting “play” on the iPod was akin to being launched through the freeway door on the Rockin Roller Coaster. I bounced through favorites from “Born to Be Wild,” to “LA Goodbye,” along with a few measures from Vivaldi and Faure.
Had to blow past those old boys. It was just too hot for a requiem. But amidst great old rock from the hot summers long gone, were some cool tunes that – Continue reading
Much of the country is suffering 90+ degrees temps, and east of the Mississippi we’re looking at equal or better humidity. What the heck? It’s summer, global warming aside, it’s hot in the summertime. What on earth did we do before the “XR15 HIGH EFFICIENCY AIR UNIT WITH VARIABLE SPEED HANDLERS, COMFORT COILS AND 1.5 – 5 TON CAPACITY?”
It was simple, really. My brother recalls a time before AC when we slept on the floor – three of us – in front of the oscillating fan. What a great word – oscillating. Sleeping in front of the oscillating fan, waiting for the blade to move coolish air our way. Funny to think we were three hot dogs on sheets, anticipating the rhythmic breeze that would lull us to sleep.
It was Indiana in the summertime. It was hot, humid, we survived. And the thought of the oscillating fan is pretty cool.