AC, Mofos

Earlier today I sung the praises of air conditioning; now I see an article from Arthur Miller in 1986 on the days before air-conditioning:

Every window in New York was open, and on the streets venders manning little carts chopped ice and sprinkled colored sugar over mounds of it for a couple of pennies. We kids would jump onto the back steps of the slow-moving, horse-drawn ice wagons and steal a chip or two; the ice smelled vaguely of manure but cooled palm and tongue.

And he (presumably, anyway) tapped Marilyn Monroe's sweet ass, so.