One summer, we took a family trip to visit my aunt Roe.
She was a spindly old lady with a personality to match. She lived in a small cottage in the woods and had no television, computer, heating or air-conditioning. She drove an old car with a broken radio and no heating or air-conditioning. None of this bothered her, of course. She liked “living in her time,” as she would say. She also thought that our “creature comforts,” as she called them, made us “soft.”