'Back in Grandpa’s day, he would feel like shit and think to himself, "Gee whiz, I sure do feel like a cow turd today. But hey, I guess that’s just life. Back to shoveling hay.”

My school didn't have air conditioning. Opening a window was a gift for not talking (even staring at the lawn mowers, blowing leaves, squirrels, or clouds lead to its closure). The heat was distracting, lead to arguments and outbursts; they would shut off the florescent lighting to simulate a cooling effect. Grandpa's day sucked and we are better off today.