It’s hard to focus on live theatre when your body is intent on preventing hypothermia. I know this because I spent yesterday trying to follow the storyline of The Wizard of Oz (which, let’s be honest, isn’t too intellectually taxing). But my mind simply seized the notion of There’s No Place Like Home because…home…isn’t…as…cold…as…Russia…in…winter. This theatre, however, was. Dressed appropriately for the muggy, 28-degree C day rendered me ill-prepared for the blast of icy air that assaulted me for two-plus hours in the theatre.
Frank Zaski is a Michigan-area man who is fed up with over-heating in winter and over-ac-ing in summer. But rather than sit and simmer, he began taking thermometers to malls and measuring the exact temperatures. Then, he’d approach mall managers, store managers, anyone in power and offer up his cold, hard facts. The active Sierra Club member is responsible for more than a few area stores adjusting their temperature – and giving the rest of us armchair activists something to aspire to. Read more at http://www.sierraclub.org/compass/2006/02/burning-up-at-mall.asp
In the meantime, I’ll wrap myself in a warm blanket and try to get the circulation back into my toes. There’s no place like home…at least not when I’m in charge of the thermostat.