When we were growing up, my sister, Sans Souci and I shared a room in a two bedroom apartment with our parents in Stuyvesant Town (large apartment complex) in N.Y.C. When we lived there in the sixties, there was no air conditioning in Stuyvesant Town at the time. So we just had a lot of fans going in the summer. One particular fan, which was my favorite, was a stool fan. I found that if you’re lying in bed with a sheet over you and … Continue reading →