It was 96 degrees in my car when I left work today, and I left the windows and the sunroof open, and parked in the shade.
It is only May 10.
I ain’t sayin’, I’m just sayin’.
When I was growing up, central heat and air was not the norm. When the Dublin Mall was built, it was advertised as The Climate Controlled Dublin Mall.
Houses then were built to accommodate the heat – higher ceilings and thicker walls, and doors and windows positioned in such a way that you could open the right ones and get the cross draft, plus there were the shade trees.
We had window units, but we only used them if we had company or for some other special occasion. Otherwise, it was the miraculous oscillating fan, or a box fan in a window, drawing the hot air out of the room and into the night.
I went to school without air conditioning, and lived in dorms and some apartments without air conditioning, and I lived to tell the tale. Why, I had to walk to school in snowdrifts taller than a grown man!
I had a car without air conditioning and I drove all over the place with what I really wanted to wear and when I got where I was going, I’d hop out of the car and change clothes right beside it.
Now the heat just makes me ornery and I’ve been known to ask people who invite me places what the air conditioning situation will be, just in case I need to decline.
I come by it honestly though, because my daddy’s that way, too. Several years ago, I was talking to Granny about my uncle Bobby’s motorcycle and asked her if she was worried Daddy was going to get one. She looked at me like I had two heads and said, “No, shug, your daddy likes air conditioning too much to ride a motorsiccle.”