I agree! 
Yes, well Cynth, it seems that you’re from Iowa, where it can be cold as a falling barometer in December if we ask about your weather in July, so to speak. But I guess I really ought to give Iowa a try. (provided I’m not contrary.)
Can you run that by me again? 
We had them in our military housing when we were in El Paso (Ft. “Bliss” which was anything but bliss). We called them swamp coolers though. They really do work tremendously well, believe it or not. I was very surprised at the time.
I have to agree with you, em (sorry cran). I’m always cold, so the warm weather is a welcome change for me. Although I do admit that I’m not fond of the humidity 
You’re not sorry! 
I bet you have air conditioners!
My daughter’s high school graduation was Sunday. 94 outside and a thread of rain so they decided to have the ceremony in the gym. Unfortunately they had only turned on the AC about 2 hours before. The gym was a sweat box. Fortunately my daughter was the second one to get her diploma so we all went outside until it was over. At least there was a breeze to provide evaporative cooling.
The Music Man lyrics! 
Ah, The Music Man…
I can remember back over forty years ago my mother ,rest her soul, took me to see that film in beautiful downtown Los Angeles and I was very taken with a line that went something like “…Pool starts with a P and that rhymes with T which is the start of trouble..”.
I believe that to be my earliest memory of a witty lyric.
Marvellous…
Slan,
D.
Trouble! With a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for POOL!
Trust me to get it arseways…
Forty years is a long time though 
Slan,
D.
On the subject of Pool;
POOL SONG
May the Lord upon high who rules the sky, look down on our pubs and bars
And the women and men all seated within, neglecting there pints and there jars
The crack it is bad the atmosphere bad, very man has a face like mule
For all he can do is to grab an oul cue and start playing that game called pool
Now when I was a boy it was always me joy to go to the pub each night
There were arguments, scraps and killings perhaps and everyone though he was right
There was badgers and dogs and men from the bogs and young fellas acting the tool
But now there’s no crack for every man jack has his arse in the air playing pool
To the local ale house after milking the cows every customer made his way
And there he would dwell and drink till he fell while the fiddles and pipes they did play
The jigs and the reels, the rattling of heels, polkas and slides were the rule
But now there’s no chance for a tune or a dance, for everyone’s playing the old pool
Now pool you will find is a game designed for foolish, illiterate louts
You put in four bob and pull an old knob and a big shower of balls they come out
They’re placed on the table and then if your able to knock them all in to a hole
More money goes in, you start over again and you lose every bob of your dole
Now in the Irish Free State all the people are beat from watching and playing this game
In their necks they have cricks which no doctor can fix & their backs and their shoulders are maimed
Their arses protrude in a manner most lewd from being hoisted aloft in the air
Their eye balls are sore and dripping with gore and they in a manner most quare
So if you meet a young man whose face it is wane and his eyes have a vacant stare
His jawbone is slack and his head is thrown back and he can’t tell a cob from a mare
His nostrils dilated, his brow corrugated, his manners like those of a fool
On your shirt you can bet that you have just met, a man’s that’s gone plain mad for pool
Slan,
D.
GASP!! I do not! I hate air conditioners…too cold. I don’t have central air either. I prefer to have my windows open and let the fresh air blow in. I hate feeling all stuffy and closed in.
I’m hurt that you think I’m not sorry, cran 
My daughter’s high school graduation was Sunday. 94 outside and a thread of rain so they decided to have the ceremony in the gym. Unfortunately they had only turned on the AC about 2 hours before. The gym was a sweat box. Fortunately my daughter was the second one to get her diploma so we all went outside until it was over. At least there was a breeze to provide evaporative cooling.
I had to play at our graduation on Sunday. It was maybe 88 that day, and was raining (100% humitity). We don’t have AC in our school, and we had to sit in the packed gym in our formal concert attire for two hours without a single fan. I was so hot and sweaty that I could hardly hold my flute without it slipping out of my hands. We played Pomp and Circumstance so many times that I can play it in my sleep…Now where’s the emoticon that is frustrated and dripping with sweat…
I think I’d better rent a video and watch that again! I found the song but it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. Iowans don’t seem to have any particular characteristics at all as far as I can tell, but I am not a native, so…
As for giving Iowa a try, it’s not a bad place to live but most folks wouldn’t make a special trip to come here. There’s a reason for that.
What’s everyone’s least favorite Music Man song?
My least favorite is Shaboopi. Though Music Man is one of my favorite musicals. Even more then “Paint Your Wagon”.
My favourite bit in The Music Man is where the kids finally play their instruments. One day the Newmarket Session will sound as good as that.
Okay, here’s a heat-related trivia question for you:
What is the only major U.S. city that has never seen the mercury hit 100 degrees Fahrenheit? (By “never” I mean in the last 150 years or so, since temperature records began)
The answer will surprise you.
Is it in Alaska?
Hawaii!