Fanatical Heat

I think it was Siskel + Ebert (and probably countless others) who opined that air conditioning ruined summer movies. Pre-AC, you got stickball games and open fire hydrants. Today's generation of chubby, pale kids with great PlayStation skills doesn't give you Stand By Me. But when it's 93 degrees at 8:30 a.m., even an industrial sized window AC doesn't cut the mustard. In the end, all of us non-central aired New Yorkers turn back to our fans and look as if we're suffering through the Summer of Sam. If you don't mind a little white (I'm not sure a 10-decible roar counts) noise, Ebay has hundreds of beautiful old fans to choose from. I like this old Westinghouse number, for which bids currently sit at $9.99.