Some of the Iraqis who’ve been suffering daily highs in excess of 120 F., and whose access to electrical power is still nowhere near prewar levels, have been gloating over the blackout in the United States. They’ve also been offering suggestions for beating the heat.
I hereby acknowledge that we and they both have it coming. Furthermore, most of their suggestions are pretty good. They’re what my grandparents’ generation did in Central Arizona, before real-estate developers redefined “house” as an uninsulated, hermetically sealed living space that’s permanently attached to an air conditioner.