By M. Scott Morris/NEMS Daily Journal
The other day, I came home to find the air conditioning running. No surprise, since I had turned it on.
When I’d flipped the switch several days earlier, it’d been a hot day. Since then, the air cooled, so we opened windows to let breezes blow through the house.
Then I came home to find that our next check to Tupelo Water & Light will include money that had flown out the window.
That’s life, and we’ve certainly wasted Morris family cash in worse ways.
We’ve resolved to be more careful, because we’re going to keep the windows open for as long as possible.
The same goes for my car windows. Deep down, I know it’s wrong to run air conditioning in April, when open windows are a gift from the heavens.
Unfortunately, I’ve been weak this year, and guiltily turned on the A/C in the car during a few hotter than normal days.
I almost never did that in my teens and 20s. If the wind wasn’t enough to cool me down in spring, I didn’t deserve to be cooled down.
In my defense, I’m carrying around more insulation now.
In addition, I’ve got a family, and they have different internal thermostat settings than I.
My kids weren’t impressed at all when I told them about the summer I went without air conditioning at home or in my car.
They had no use for my story of personal triumph, but they’re kids – what do they know?
During my second newspaper job, I worked for the South Alabamian in Jackson, Ala. The air conditioning went out in my Bronco II that summer.
I decided to save money and tough it out at home, as well. The windows stayed open, and a box fan kept air blowing.
There were a lot of less-than-hot showers when I came home after a couple of hours at the tennis courts, and visitors didn’t hang around the apartment much.
On the flip side, I’ve never felt healthier than that summer.
In July, a single-engine plane crashed in a pine forest. I went with emergency crews to find the wreckage.
It was a terrible sight. The twisted bodies could’ve belonged to my dearest friends and I wouldn’t have recognized them.
Against that gruesome backdrop, I experienced an odd sense of true joy. We hiked through pine woods until rescue squad members needed a rescue squad. The heat and effort left many sweat-stained and begging for air.
As for me, I felt like I could’ve gone for days.
Fast forward more years than I care to count, and I sure couldn’t go for days now. But every so often I get a twinge to repeat my experiment during a Mississippi summer.
That’s why I owe a big “thank you” to my wife and kids, who would never allow such folly on their watch.
But windows will stay down at home and on the road for a few more days, at least.
M. Scott Morris is a Daily Journal entertainment writer. Contact him at (662) 678-1589 or email@example.com.