Crickets

Earlier in the season, a different sort of noise is out there at night.

Frogs?

Different bugs?

Tonight it's midsummer crickets.

It's cooler out than in, and getting cooler, so we have the upstairs windows open.

The beautiful summer nights of the temperate zones of North America.

Of the Eastern Forests of North America.

In Mt Lebanon, PA., a suburb of Pittsburgh.

So like Western Europe.

These are the climate, flora, and fauna that I love.

Growing up in Massachusetts we had no A/C.

The windows were always open in summer, unless it was raining.

There was no A/C at Holy Cross, either, when I was there in the late 60s.

There was at some of the buildings I had classes in at Duquesne in the mid to late 70s, after I left the army.

But not all.

Nor at most of the buildings at Pitt, in the early 80s.

Open windows, all the time.

And people crushing out cigarettes on the hardwood floors with their shoes.

Talking about Plato or Wittgenstein.