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As my grandpa used to say, “It’s been hotter than a cathouse on nickel night.” I go to bed when it’s hot, get up when it’s hot and write when it’s hot.  Not good, even with the air conditioner working overtime the heat is still felt.  Then, of course, I have to make small runs to the store to pick up milk, cola’s, ice cream, and other needed items.  Well, maybe not needed, but for sure enjoyed in this heat.

Ya know, looking back I don’t see how I grew up.  We didn’t even have electrical power (no television, no fridge, no lights, and as you might guess, no air conditioner) but we survived.  I can remember sleeping out under the trees a lot during the summer and my only “corn-cern” was copperhead snakes.  Our usual dinner was beans and cornbread, and when the dog days of summer hit, the plastic on the old table chairs would stick to the sweat on my back.

That just reminded me of the sweat bees we had outside.  I’m not sure what the real name for them is, and I can’t write on here what I usually called them, but they were always out in force.

We had no ice cold cola’s, no ice cream and our milk was fresh and warm.  Still, we survived and all grew (as my brother would say) into adultery.  No, ya don’t need an air conditioner to survive, but if for sure makes life easier (personally, I like the ice cream more).

Take care,

WR Benton