I was talking to Aunt Louise one afternoon. We were talking about her accent and how she originally lived in the south. She told me how she hated the winter weather they had in Illinois. I couldn’t understand why she would move there if she didn’t like the weather. She told me that when she met Uncle Bobby, she knew she would follow him everywhere. She got to Lansing, IL in the early summer, and the heat was just beginning to build. She loved how warm it was and that she was close to places where she could swim. They could take their surfboards and head to the lake if they wanted. She enjoyed the air conditioning when it was hot and humid, but she was fine with heat the rest of the time. When fall arrived, she was still enjoying living in Lansing, IL, but she was beginning to get a hint of what winter was going to be like. It was getting colder every day. When she woke up one morning and heard the furnace running, she knew she was not prepared for the weather change. She needed a new coat, and some heavier shirts. As long as she could hear the furnace running she felt safe, but if something happened to the heating, she was scared. Since that was over ten years earlier, she no longer worried about winter in Lansing, IL. She worried more about dealing with summer temperatures when she went back south for vacation. I guess he had forgotten how hot and humid it was down south, but I thought the heat and humidity couldn’t be worse than we had in Chicago.