Remember the WP's investigative report on shade? ("Why are there odes to the sea, to the stars, to a Grecian urn, and so few to shade? Is it because, like romance, it never lasts?") Today's post brings a similar tone poem. It's about fans. Maybe I was born at the wrong time because I know I would have fared just fine without central air. Perhaps it's because I grew up without it. Fans were how we kept cool. Stationary fans, rotating fans, ceiling fans -- we had them positioned around the house... I think my love -- and need -- for fans may be hereditary. My father says he always had fans growing up...I guess I just like the comfort of fans. Maybe it's because they represent a simpler time in my life.
August Recess
August Recess
August Recess
Remember the WP's investigative report on shade? ("Why are there odes to the sea, to the stars, to a Grecian urn, and so few to shade? Is it because, like romance, it never lasts?") Today's post brings a similar tone poem. It's about fans. Maybe I was born at the wrong time because I know I would have fared just fine without central air. Perhaps it's because I grew up without it. Fans were how we kept cool. Stationary fans, rotating fans, ceiling fans -- we had them positioned around the house... I think my love -- and need -- for fans may be hereditary. My father says he always had fans growing up...I guess I just like the comfort of fans. Maybe it's because they represent a simpler time in my life.