Finally, he showed up, fixed the problem, and all is well...I feel so sorry for those less fortunate, who don't even have a fan. As a child, living on an Indian Reservation in Oklahoma, I remember vividly my grandmother, soaking burlap sacks in water, and tacking them up over the open windows, seeking relief.. I will never take for granted how blessed I am.
This is Raisen, on the porch in his chair...what you don't see is the ceiling fan...he knew what to do.
