The New Yorker (by Arthur Miller): “People on West 110th Street, where I lived, were a little too bourgeois to sit out on their fire escapes, but around the corner on 111th and farther uptown mattresses were put out as night fell, and whole families lay on those iron balconies in their underwear.”
We have an expected high of 105 today. I cannot, for the life of me, imagine living without air conditioning in the San Joaquin Valley.
