The sound of the air conditioner

I guess that Uncle Mike has always been the odd bird of the family.

  • I remember him coming over to visit on holidays when I was a kid.

He smelled funny, from what I would later learn was copious amounts of marijuana, but he was always gregarious and quick with a joke. When I was a teenager Uncle Mike showed up in a school bus one day, and parked it in the side yard. That bus, and Uncle Mike, stayed there for the next six years. The bus was never intended to be his vehicle, but his domicile. It wasn’t bad after he converted it, and it had electricity, air conditioning, and a working bathroom. Well, the toilet was more of an indoor outhouse, if that makes any sense, which made the air conditioning all the more valuable to keep the place smelling okay. I remember the big orange extension cord that ran out from under the garage door into the sliding door of the bus, the one that kept the AC going. That old air conditioner, which was the box style kind he had bolted into one of the windows, ran 24 hours a day. It became like the sound of the tide, where I just got used to it, and if the air conditioner ever got turned off it sounded weird! I remember waking up one morning and thinking that something felt different, and it was because the AC unit was turned off! I went outside and saw that the bus was gone, only the orange extension cord left behind in its wake.


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