"The truth is out there."
Heat
The other day my little town experienced a few days of 93 degree heat. It was hot, but since the humidity was in the 60% range it felt like a dishwasher. Oppressive. Just getting the mail leaves me drenched in sweat. Who chooses to live here?
It got me wondering how our ancestors kept cool before air conditioning. My lovely bride had a great uncle who told her they used to sleep on the porch, and he could remember nights where families would wander over to the high school to sleep on the hill because it would catch the breeze.
How did they get anything done?
Growing up in Colorado we didn't have to worry about humidity. Few of my friends had AC, but it wasn't a problem because you just had to hide from the late afternoon sun a few weeks a year. One trick during these hot weeks was to open the windows at night/in the morning to cool the house, then button the house up in the afternoon to stay cool.
One of these hot days I came home from school, turned down the shades, and turned up the music. When my mother came home she said, "Why is the house so dark? Are you practicing for the dance?"
It may have been a Friday afternoon, and there might have been a big school dance that night.
"No," I said, "I'm just trying to keep the house cool."
She gave me a look that said, I know you were dancing and didn't want the neighbors to see.
It's almost forty years later, and it still sticks in my craw.
I know she doesn't believe me.
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