Monday, May 23, 2011
Bucket of Beer
As bad as South Florida summers are, I still remember the heat waves we would endure back in Chicago. My family didn't have air-conditioning until I was seventeen years old, and for those first seventeen years, we made do with fans, Kool-Aid, and our basement. Yes, back in the nineteen fifties the only way to beat the heat was go down into the basement. It was smelly, and damp, but at least five degrees or more cooler than the rest of the house. At night I would sleep up in my second floor bedroom, in seersucker, shorty pajamas, while the large window fan would whine away. It was like sleeping in hell. When I think back about those days, sitting down in that spider filled basement, or trying to sleep in that stifling hot attic, I can only think of how nice it would have been if mom had helped us out with a nice bucket filled with ice and beer.