So now it’s July, high summer.
I heard Ben Stein today on CBS’s Sunday Morning talking about air conditioning. While I am much younger than Ben I certainly remember when air conditioning entered my life.
As a wee lad I mostly haunted the Library, but a short walk from my house where I quickly read through the Kids Section absorbing the collections of Hardy Boys, Tom Swifts, and Nancy Drews as well as Science Fiction, History, Biography and miscellaneous other categories until I exhausted the catalog and was booted upstairs to the Adults Section, most of the shelves of which I couldn’t reach, yet.
The Library was air conditioned, but when it was closed I’d go down to the basement (the coolest part of the house) and lie in front of a hurricane fan using a table knife to hold down the pages. Some nights everyone had to sleep downstairs by parental edict. I found the enforced togetherness as enervating as the heat.
I in fact spurned other than found air conditioning (pervasive, isn’t it, now that you think about it) until the early 90s when I started noticing persistent heat related failures in my computer equipment.
So let’s just say, I know what a Long. Hot. Summer. Is.
No justice, no peace.
So what’s it going to be like when the rolling blackouts come campers? When your air conditioning and your fans and your lights and your television and your internets operate but a few hours a day and never when you need them. When your rationed energy is totally absorbed by scrounging enough to merely survive.
Will you read books by candlelight?