When I was in high school, one of the clubs I was in required members to submit a set amount of community service hours to be eligible for a college scholarship. Some of us signed up to help shelve books at the library over the summer while others volunteered to be teacher assistants at school. There was an even larger number of us who spent our summer working the information booth at this outdoor historic site in my town. It’s one of the first Spanish settlements during the age of conquest and many of the old buildings were restored and still stand in place. The information booth was right at the entrance of the park as you’d pull off the main road to drive down the path to the site itself. The person in the information booth was simply there to answer basic questions and tell people where to park their cars and the price of admission. That was the extent of my job for four hours a day, three days a week. It didn’t help that the summer I signed up was chock full of endless heat waves. That small shack that I sat in had a tiny window air conditioner that worked fairly well most days. I could sit quietly and read a book while the cool air wafted out of the AC’s air vents. I don’t know how I could have gotten through that summer without that little old window air conditioner, considering the temperature was climbing into the high 90s most days I worked. Plus, when you only get a few cars every hour, you need good air conditioning to keep you sane while you get through the boringly long shift.