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Sleepless summer nights

I grew up in a Colonial-style home in Central New Jersey. Built in the 1930s, it didn’t have a central HVAC system. It had a furnace and a fireplace to ease the frigid winter air. In the summer, we had windows and fans. And it was hot.

Kids in the neighborhood would camp out at each other’s homes in the back yards, sleeping under make-shift tents constructed of bed sheets thrown over clothes lines. I also used to sleep on a screen-in porch to get some air, especially when a storm was brewing. (Love the aroma of sulfur that precedes a good storm.)

This quote from Cormac McCarthy brought it all back.

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