This heat wave has gotten me thinking of my dismal year living in Tucson. I lived in an old railroad apartment complex down on 4th and was told my apartment was cooled with a swamp cooler. I had no idea what this was and assumed that when I hit the switch and heard a hum, that it was working as it was supposed to. Night after night, I would sit at my kitchen table, dripping and wilting in the oppressive heat. I'd soak my sheets in water before going to bed to stay cool and wake up with them bone dry.
I soon found out that the only thing my swamp cooler was good for was breeding mosquitos. I'd lay under the wet sheets with only my face exposed, and wake up each morning looking asian. I even bought a mandarin style dress for the days when I appeared particularly Chinese. I don't think any of my co-workers got the joke.