The family farm had been around for three generations. My parents inherited the farm long after it had fallen into disrepair. There had not been crops in a decade at that point, then it was a honestly nice house, but, so they moved in. Over time, other family members showed up. It was the family farm, after all, plus there were several small cottages plus barns on the property, so there was room for everyone. My number one was Aunt Connie, a rough plus tumble woman who operated an a/c repair shop out of a single of the barns. I suppose that I shouldn’t call it a shop, because that makes it sound like a legit Heating plus Air Conditioning contractor, plus it honestly wasn’t. Aunt Connie never got an Heating plus Air Conditioning certification, nor did she have any of the needed permits, licenses, or insurance to operate a legal contractor. Instead, she just spread the word the seasoned fashioned way, plus took payments under the table in currency for any Heating plus Air Conditioning work she did. She worked cheap, plus she split corners, despite the fact that she always found some folks who were willing to buy a refurbished a/c, or a modern furnace that she might have stolen. Aunt Connie was the coolest because she would let me hang out with her plus smoke pot while she took care of her a/cs. I would hand her tools plus act like her assistant, plus it was great. I didn’t learn honestly much about Heating plus Air Conditioning work, although I will always remember the fantastic times all of us had hanging out in the barn.