After all of the severely windy weather here in Quincy a hot spell has set in. Temps in the mid-nineties. I have a couple of fans down at my building in Hannibal, but I have sort of an avoidance thing going on; I don’t like to go down to Hannibal — too many bad memories.
This afternoon my friend Jeff stopped by and loaned me a fan; he got it from his storage unit. I’m amazed he kept it all these years, but I guess that’s what storage facilities are for.
Jeff’s father, deceased for many years, and my father once worked together at Gates Radio in downtown Quincy. The fan was a cooling fan for a radio transmitter. It’s archaic-looking — it must be fifty years old, but it still pushes out the air.