When I was growing up, our father used to work on air conditioners on the side in this tropical town we lived in.
When I got older, the town got to big for both myself and others as well as our brother, so we relocated to a small town our brother had visited a few times.
It was north of us, but still in the south. The first summer time was atrocious, as well as our terrible retired father was well aware of it. The first time I called him, our central air conditioning was blowing freezing air, but it wasn’t cooling the house. The temperatures outside were 110 degrees as well as it was still 95 degrees in the house. My father first had myself and others check the fan to ensure it wasn’t congested. Then he had myself and others listen for different noises. Then he had myself and others check the filter. We finally came to the conclusion that the air conditioner was old as well as our little mobile apartment wasn’t insulated enough, but so, knowing our brother lived in a better home, even if he did use window air conditioners, I thought I could go to his house to cool off. I was from a tropical section south of where I was living then, but the tropical heat was nothing compared to this… And, our brother’s house was no better. His air conditioners kept freezing up within hours of turning them on. So we called our Mom again, as well as he had us cleaning filters as well as grates as well as building shade for the outside air conditioners. That was a summer time I will never forget. My father particularly won’t either.