A High Temperature

On my day off, Stockton takes me to lunch. It’s stuffy outside even after the quick-passing thunderstorm. “Do you know what the solstice is?“ I overhear someone ask the bartender at the local seafood joint. Silently I answer from a few feet away at the white plastic sheet covered table Stockton and I share. I…

Give Your Thermostat a Voice

It’s November. We have turned on the heat in Mayberry. We live in an older house, complete with cast iron radiators and an inefficient boiler that won’t quit. The heat isn’t as humid as my eyes would like, but you take what you can get. Last winter when our thermostat failed, Stockton checked out the…