I can remember summer nights so hot in the days before home air conditioning that you’d essentially retreat outdoors after dinner until bedtime as it was marginally cooler there. I’d catch fireflies in a jar to watch their little dancing pulses of light, releasing them later. Mosquitoes would feast on me, but you wouldn’t know it until later when you had itchy bumps…
…and don’t bother complaining about the heat to mother…”It’s summer, it’s
supposed to be hot!;” she’d tell me as she belted down another glass of beer…