At Weeks End
What, a young friend asked, did you do as a kid on hot summer days without televisions, computers and other gadgets?
The answer was easy: I spent most of my time outdoors, where even a slight breeze was more refreshing than being cooped up in a house without air-conditioning.
We had a two-car garage adequate if you had a Model A or a narrow 1949 Ford, my folks first car usually referred to as the barn. Full-dimension two-by-fours overlaid with one-inch boards created a loft, reached only by propping up a ladder. I occasionally ventured up, although in the heat of summer it was a challenge.
