Snug as a Bug in a Rug. Until…

Michael Cain

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When I was a lad, my Grandparents Cain’s house in rural Iowa was horribly drafty and had a coal-fired furnace. The room where I was assigned to sleep was on the second floor. When we were there in the winter, I slept burrowed under a pile of quilts and blankets with just the tip of my nose out. In the morning most of me was still warm, but the tip of my nose seemed frozen. When it was time to get up, the dog and I both wanted to sit on the warmest vent on the first floor. We reached an uneasy truce after I agreed to wrap both of us in a blanket.

The furnace had to be loaded in the morning. I lived for the day when I would be big enough the grown-ups would send me to basement to do the shoveling. When that day arrived, I found out just how much work shoveling coal is, and while the rest of the house may be cold, the space where you’re doing the shoveling gets quite hot very quickly.Report