Bear with me a minute, because the story takes a while to get where it is going. I grew up on the edge of the bayou in what is called a fish camp. Our was a series of small docks and piers surrounded by a half dozen businesses and twice as many stilt houses. We lived there all year round, catering to the tourists and folks who wants to try their hand at fishing or hunting in the bayou. Our family ran the bait stand, and did some guided tours whenever there was enough demand for them. It was not until I was 12 years old that I ever felt air conditioning for the first time. Until then I was a swamp kid and never even went into town with my folks, so I had not gone inside a business that had climate control. None of my friends had AC either, because it was basically unheard of at the fish camp. Then one day Pop rolls home with a box air conditioner unit in the bed of his truck, that he said he bartered for. It wasn’t for our house, though, the AC was to put in the diner, which was the largest business in the fish camp. The feeling was that air conditioning would get more people into the diner, and the money would benefit all of us. The added bonus was that when the diner wasn’t busy, us kids could go inside now and again and enjoy brief little moments of air conditioning, which felt magical to me.